R.U. Ready ll

It's the wicked, with another winner hit Stickin ho's like I'm supposed to be, innocent (Ugh!) Once again, let's get this set poppin I got your head noddin and there ain't no stoppin This here, crystal clear, pour it in your ear and let it sot up Gimme the cash and just shut up Tell me who brought those streets from Queens that bud special Chronic choke, pull it, it pops your blood vessel The hispanic Shaft packs a gat, too (What else?) Produce and rap, too Bless you like I hatchew Basslines I'm throwin at you Like pshhh, du-du-du-dum

I bust my gat lovely, low down, dirty and ugly Shortly developped a taste for good bubbly Don't bug me cause all the girls love me And a lot of you cats is gettin wrapped in a rug, B You all late, why you mad I got my own plate? Think you niggas wouldn't catch it for the long case? Ghetto pro, now you know, get the name straight Holdin it down since them cables with the name plate

Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint Grand time to represent flava so strong Fills the room like Buddha scent, uhuh, I don't like choke Gotta get paid so it's time to go for broke Beatnuts hit the rhythm and I join right with 'em Niggas can't see this flow so it's time to down sit 'em I kick the flow for the niggas with the bald heads Dreads, and 'fros, honey's, but no ho's Oops! I didn't mean to call you ho, bitch But when you try to clock the pocket that's that bullshit! So let's get down with one of New York's finest Seed to the brain like Primatine to clear the sinus Grand Puba, Stud Doogie with the mad style Beatnuts comin' with the rugged (Hey there, watch out now!) It's on motherfucker, can't you see that? No shame in the game, so Doogie where the weed at?