B.I.G. Below the stomach a taurus On the belt a mac-B Check it! Check it! Get ready! (ho!) They'll come ready to stab James Rock is a gabby He never stops
let anything grow And what the fuck you niggaz know about living in hell You not built like me you never lived in a cell You never gambled with your
-knack shelf The dinner's almost ready, go and wash yourself Jimmy's growing up now and Wanda's growing old The time is growin' shorter the nights are
the ancient babylonian's were nubian you need to watch what you read in your class cause the devil try to have you all repeatin the pass I'm ready to
you thought it was over, Just when you thought it was done [James:] Rip that smile right off your face [Ja Rule:] Just when you thought it was over, Just when you
for eternity No wife and no family And I thank you very much And I'm flattered by the touch When you say that you're in love with me Won't you breathe
you gotta have When you doin' ya club record I got you don't worry, "Guru play the beat" I always wanted to say that on a record You gotta have that, you
you couldn't burn me if you threw acid on me I'm achu homie, I'm at your home ready to spray you while you nappin' homie Have everything on and around
smoke in my iris, but I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelidsA so I'm ready now. (What you ready for?) I'm ready for life in this city and
dog daddy, yeah, big dog daddy Boys stand back and the girls are gettin' catty Somethin' goin' down with the big dog daddy You gotta stay out late if you
time is right the, the season is right, you are right, the conditions are right We must go free! now! now is the time! Go! Are you ready? 1, 2, 3,
Yo, put that crack out" You know you light up when the lights go down And then you read the New York Post, Fulton St. downtown Same faces every day but you
pen For are me red, for are me smoke weed-weed and dred Me leaf's a bitch now, and leave ya light convent [chorus: cocoa brovaz] We are the wickedest
t worth sixpence And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face From Brixton, to Clapham
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One, two, one, two, in the place to be, yes indeed As we proceed to give you what you need Always smokin' that 'dro weed, we have Dilated Peoples (Set
You ready? Are you ready? Aiyyo, we need some beer to the stage quick (Quick, quick, quick) Alkaholiks on the set, y'all ready? Uhh Aiyyo, it's six million
are rarin' to go Well you reach under your bed you grab a jug take a little nip and get ready to mug look at your girl you kiss her then you send her