Ready

Ready on the left, ready on the right

Yo, BR, what up my dog

What up, okay

Yo kick that thing you kicked in the studio

Aight, yeah yo, what's that joint?

[Intro]

Round town, I'm bound shake the ground

Shake the town, wave the pound lays you down

Round town, I'm bound shake the ground

Shake the town, wave the pound lays you down

[Verse One]

And that's how we approach these faggots

Trying to grow and be fly, but they still maggots

I'm sure all I gotta do is call my man

Forty Cal, watch yourself, I'll spoil your plans

I'm the uptop gangsta, the star in the hood

One of the few mu'fuckas that ain't scared of Suge

Fam, that was 9-5, man fuck the past

See niggas out there frontin, bodyguards up they ass, man

[Chorus One]

He's Black Rob, he's okay

Play and you'll get robbed today

[Verse Two]

Ya'll know how I'm coming through the Source Awards

"Somebody's jewels got jacked," man it must've been yours

Ya'll dudes be talkin out the side of your mouth

So I put the gem star on the side of your mouth

Ya'll ain't sell no records, made no cash yet

Fuck dude, cause my niggas is goons in every aspect

And don't get beside yourself

A lot of shit gonna be fucked up beside your health, man

[Chorus Two]

He's Black Rob, he's a thug

Fuck with him you'll get fucked up

[Verse Three]

Fam, I don't threaten dudes, that's a promise

That's honest, you can kiss my ring and pay homage (*kiss noise*)

Or get smart, read books by Nostradomus

Meanwhile, I'm deep-sea diving, oceanomics

I seen green, more green than the Sonics

More green than the Geico lizard, the grand wizard

The 9-mil stalk, I walk up on a nigga

Put the 9 to his throat, watch him shake like the Pope (brrrr)

[Chorus Three]

He's Black Rob, he's our friend

(???) is back again

[Verse Four]

Aw man, ya'll niggas done got me hype

That's it, we fit the same stereotype

If a nigga wanna wild, we can do that too

Fuck the model bitches, well we can screw that too

Yeah, man, notice I said "We," she's a J-U-M-P

Man, off top, fam, I got figures

In the game she's fuckin with all the top niggas (It's true)

[Chorus Four]

He's Black Rob, he's our man

If he can't do it, NO ONE CAN!

[Verse Five]

Yeah, bout to put the whole game on smash

Alumni, I put the whole name on smash

After this, they gon' wanna lace me plenty

Who's your man, cause they can't make a JC Penney

Who's your Bad Boy? BR, back with the nutritious

Black attacks like a pit bull - vicious

It's goin down, fam, I'ma bout to shake the ground

It's uptown, holla at your man

Ready on the left...ready on the right