Cam'Ron - I'M Ready lyrics
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(Juelz Santana) I feel like dropping something man Yo they tried to box me in the corner for the longest No key, locked me in this corner for the longest but Common man they can't fuck with me, Juelz Santana Uh, some how I managed to creep from under the rock Linking up with Cam and linking up with the Roc now Shit I told you, I won't fail you niggas man Yo this is powerful music I bring to this table The sequels are able the way I sling cane 'cause Let the music talk to them Yo, y'all know I'm fast in focus in case you haven't noticed Squeeze and blast them open as soon as the magnum open Yeah I told you man Uh, Cam gone make me a star, I'ma make him a million Jones is here I'm invading the building and Yeah Diplomat For the last time we got this man But I'm still on the corner grinding for them big stacks Big coat, big gat, don't ever forget that (Jim Jones) Yes I'm, yes uh, oh yeah nigga Yo, eyo my gold link can be number one on your charts If it happens so be it we come with the art Everyone in my part, they still moving All them chums in the front of the Yo I do this shit sick, stuffed and congested They don't give a fuck if you're sick you still get cuffed and arrested My justice is wretched You get knocked down please grab your crutches keep stepping Cause the game we done held back too long The pain we done felt that too long Cocaine we done dealt that too long And my pops it don't help that you gone, myself to move on Its scary and I'm gonna need help Streets flaunting me, dogs and marijuana don't help Fiends, junkies in the corner don't help Knee deep in my grave on these blocks I'm a goner myself but (Cam'Ron) Huh, killa, I'm here y'all Huh, I'm ready, I'm ready, huh, hey Hey, Yo what up buzzing buzzing, bird flip a dozen dozen Holla at your boy boy, you thought your cousin wasn't I'm ready, yes sir here we go Jim Jones (??)bones Santana many feet You niggas know Holla at me if there's any beef Yes sir, huh I know in vise versa we like murder we convict in the truck But yo if you got bitches to fuck hit me up dog Yeah I'm ready, huh Far as lyrics go they rocking recitals It won't stop until I'm on top with the title Hustling no stopping the cycle, I'm shopping for rifles I'm not for the idols Fuck the twin towers dog, we on top of the Eiffel Like live Pisa Pisa, eating a piece of pizza You cant be were I be dog, you need a visa Common chief of reefer Please believe it, I will squeeze and ya All bullets they will heat and seek ya Harlem world I'ma swell my town You a clown you can tell by now That I'm, I'm ready, I'm ready we coming for the title
