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Jadakiss, Bubba Sparxxx, Timbaland - Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now what we do
it from the Eastside to the country
Ya feel me? Ya me?
Ya me? Tchka-tchka-tchka
the chorus...

Chorus 2x:

talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know
Bubba so good, but they brain is not ready
don't know 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, put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em like stars, they comin' through
On the bikes, but they look cars, it's somethin' new
and talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere next to ready for stainless
It's no helpin' you when them thangs in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a ringer
I'ma bring the hood to the
Bless 'em with some hay
Remove the wood from the
Introduce to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm
Even if we run the war, 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' them pigs
and thought I might hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but now this big shit is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm by God's graces
Nowadays I find myself doin' laundry in odd
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, on the block in Yonkers
and Tim laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell 'em Bed has here
I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are done here
But Bubba is the and perhaps this is discussion
Of wither I'm that or a product of Tim's percussion
know 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 from this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you the hope for this changin' shall be me
Notice how he see, the picture for it's
and poured you up of this mixture it was tainted
See I was ruff only when me and D became aquatinted
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 Club, won't bend for the sake of this song

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