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Jadakiss, Bubba Sparxxx, Timbaland - They Ready

Uh-huh, now we gonna do
Take it from the Eastside to the
Ya me? Ya feel me?
Ya feel me?
the chorus...

Chorus 2x:

Jada talk so good, but they is not ready
don't know know
Bubba talk so good, but they is not ready
They don't know know

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, I'll make ya head hurt
When the hawk the day off
I make the lead work, I'll put you in the red
Ice 'em look like stars, they comin' through
On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's new
and Jada talk soo good, but brain is
Nowhere to ready for this stainless
It's no you when them thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a bell
I'ma bring the to the farm
Bless 'em some purple hay
the wood from the barn
Introduce to the yak and cranberry
and sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
if we run the war, I'ma still run the raw
You can and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
Double R and Beat Club, who as us?
R3: In The "R" We Trust,

[Bubba
Uh, uh...
Boy, silly if you saw them crackers ridin' with them
and I might would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
sixty-five, I sled off acid and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by graces
Nowadays I find myself laundry in odd places
But still, I keep it even into Mr. Kiss and them
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my friend
Now we gettin' blist again, back on the in Yonkers
and Tim done laced a track, man shit is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but tell 'em Bed has come here
I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are done here
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is
Of wither I'm that deal or a of Tim's percussion
Y'all to him is bustin', so just dap me up and frown on
Me and is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise from dirt and this cow feces?
To show you folks the hope for this changin' be me
Notice how he see, the picture for it's
and poured you up of this mixture it was tainted
See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D became
and I pledge to maintain it, be if I'ma change it
This is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die with Beat Club, bend for the sake of this song

The streets is still mine, I stay with the still
and it's still and if I'm stronger than corn like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's what the industry
Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies
But we gon' let the pop
From the old rifles on the dirt to the handguns on the blacktop
Don't get the wrong, this ain't a black or white politic thing
Cocksucker, a hot song