You say your ready, your not ready, we don't shoot no one (no one)
Niggaz will clap you or rat pack you either way yo ass is done
When them shells hit you and they split you, you gon' scream like a bitch
In your dreams it don't feel how it feels when your hit

Momma baby boy is a killa
Ain't it funny how them guns get ta poppin 'fore the scrilla
4 bodies and 19 men i love that lil' nigga
For 5 grand niggaz 'll air the strip out
For 10 grand niggaz 'll run up in yo house
Have yo ass tryin ta talk wit a gun up in yo mouth
New York has taught niggaz to get money down south
But get knocked in the condo and we'll stake yo ass out
Fuck the cap'n fuck the sarge, fuck the whole damn charge...

You say your ready, your not ready, we don't shoot no one (no one)
Niggaz will clap you or rat pack you either way yo ass is done

Thanks to (erik tate) for correcting these lyrics. Jan 13, 2008