Headz Ain't Ready

[BCC:] Buckshot

Smif-N-Wessun (Tek and Steele)

The Fab 5 (Originoo Gun Clappaz and Heltah Skeltah)

[FB5:] Originoo Gun Clappaz (Louisville, Strang, Top Dawg)

Heltah Skeltah (Ruck and Rock)

[Intro/chorus:]

Headz Aint Ready for this Clik we got

Headz Aint Ready man I swear they not

[Louisville]

Now a days I had it up to here, from my chest to my head

when the buddha bless bless my head and the eyes are red

Comin for ya, 3-2-1 nice to know ya

you wanted to pop junk

so now it's like a little Vigor

I outta floor ya

[Starang]

Headz Aint Ready got the Original Gunz and machetes

I Pen-dat ass to de-grass like I was Teddy

cause brothas aint ready for the fros and the dreads

grab the glock and hitcha from ya toes to ya head

[Top Dawg]

There's an X amount of yar-we, yo pass the gar-weed

Pass it over here so I can get Irie-why we

smoke so much brothas be askin

why the Originoo Gunn Clappaz keep on clappin

[Ruck]

Headz Aint Ready for what my clique got in store

cause what we got in store keeps us prepared for the war

Shows get blown, hoes get thrown out the room

plus napkins for nitwits that ride deez from now til noon

Now assume - position, punks pissin dey pants

cuz lyrical skillz is makin you feel...

[Rock]

Still if-in-case you didn't know how we be livin

It's in, my nature to keep Robin like Givens

For real doe, bring your steel bro'

Kill or be killed jerk - you don't know

so that leaves ya screwed like a dildo

I still blow, punks I crush into dust

plus we gothcha bucks (Who the warriors?)

Rock and Ruck, and what?

[Chorus x2]

[Tek + Steele]

What's that aroma in the air? Trees

So what that means son?

Son that mean it's huntin season

Time to stack papes do you got what it takes

Can you react when your life's at stake?

I rock the stripes of an M-P, pon my timb tree

and keep the Taurus for my enemies

Whenever he comes in the mist of this Boot Camp Clik

it gets realer so watch Steele serve justice

Thirty-two degrees freeze until

these MC's decide to relieve you of grievin

[Buckshot]

On my way from out of state, I hit my block F-A-P

wit my man Ruck and my man Rock S-T

Jus left my man brown nose

Now we gotta sack of the black for the shows

Clothes, ain't really nuthin to me

but I stay wit my Timberland tree, and my B-double-O-T-C

Rock, the party, keep my hair notty

Did you notice me flowin with potency

Buckshot b-d-b-d and the Evil Dee, we rock fluently

[Chorus x2]

[Ruck]

Mr. McGee don't get me angry (why?)

you wouldn't like it when I'm angry

Ill thoughts to the dome start to change me

Rearrange the, way I be kickin, my flavor

Even my neighbours

notice a change in the Ruck-est behaviour

[Tek]

Now you roaches don't even come close or approach this

What I be smokin leave your monkey ass chokin

Straight from yardie like the one Robert Marley

You hardly ever saaw me witout a bag of that bomb weed

I wake up in the mornin and chocolate's what starts it

Reachin in my pocket for the roach to spark it

[Top Dawg]

I'm steppin in hotter this year

wit my bredern dry-tear, my cousin wit no fear

so who - wanna come tess Top Dawg

They dig you out the ditch and then they take you to the morgue

[Steele]

Here's Misdemeanor, the crook wit the mouth full

known for bein live and rockin those flava Timbos

Half pass Lincoln, clothes dead and stinkin

Country bwoy got me just zonin and thinkin

Time to start stackin on you crab ass snakes

Gotta move right, cause my rep's at stake

Call up my dawgs thats quick to bust

P.N.C. take it back to the dust

Now I got fo' eyes to watch my back

plus my own two make it a full six-pack

Now we bring the ruckas to wannabee knuckas

Bodyin suckas like I change up my chuckas

[Buckshot]

Don't you know the W-a-r (war)

is o-n (on) open to them headz scopin

Hopin they can get a bite, and write what I write

but they don't know the night

keeps me and my Clik air tight (right)

all you biters wanna chunk the script

but your quick to take a flick

by my side as you take my hand, givin the fake smile

but I peeped you for awhile

ease off selecta when the B.D. pulled your file

can I pull your card again, the Buck's guardian

is the Arm-a-Leg-Leg-Arm-a-Head

so begin to drop the bombs (Heltah Skeltah)

Booyah!

[Rock]

You ask for it, who want beef well here's war

For this I packs twin automatic 4-4's

Kids this aint before don't even speak about my fleet

Many pop junk but front when MC's meet

Dem not ready

[Outro:]

Headz Aint Ready for this Clik we got (dem not ready)

Headz Aint Ready man I swear they not (naw)

Heady Aint Ready for the Clik we got (we really ready)

Headz Aint Ready man I swear they not (naw)

Headz Aint Ready.. for the Click we got

(They ain't nowhere near ready)

[ad libbing to fade]