They Ain't Ready

They Ain't Ready Lyrics

Song	They Ain't Ready
Artist	Ruff Ryders
Album	Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the
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	作曲 : Larock, Mathis, Mosley, Parker ...
	Uh-huh, now what we gonna do
	Take it from the
	Eastside... to the country
	Ya feel me?
	Ya feel me?
	Ya feel me?
	Tchka-tchka-tchka
	Check the chorus! [Chorus] 2
	X Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
	They don't know know
	Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
	They don't know know know [Jadakiss]
	Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, yeah
	Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
	Aiyyo, this
	I'll make ya head hurt
	When the hawk take the day off
	I make the lead work,
	I'll put you in the red dirt
	Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin through
	On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's somethin new and
	Jada talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
	Nowhere next to ready for this stainless
	It's no helpin you when them thangs melt in you and way down in
	Athens, 'Kiss is a bell ringer
	I'ma bring the hood to the farm
	Bless 'em with some purple haze, remove the wood from the bong
	Introduce them to the yak and cranberry
	And make sure
	Bubba Spark good, then
	I'm gone Even if we run to war,
	I'ma still run the raw
	You can come and see me,
	I got 'em for twenty-four
	Double R and
	Beat Club, who hard as us? "R3: In the 'R' We Trust," c'mon [Chorus] 2
	X [Bubba Sparxxx]
	Uh, uh...
	Boy you silly if you saw them crackers ridin' with them pigs and thought
	I might would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
	Doin' sixty-five,
	I slid off acid and shitty bourbon
	Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin
	I'm white just by chance, but
	I'm country by
	God's graces
	Nowadays I find myself doin laundry in odd places
	But still,
	I keep it
	Bubba even into
	Mr. Kiss and them
	Brought 'em down to
	Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend
	Now we gettin' blitzed again, back on the block in
	Yonkers and
	Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers '
	Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell them
	Betty's come here
	I'm doin for my family what y'all already done here
	But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is discussion
	Of wither
	I'm that deal or a product of
	Timb's percussion
	Y'all know to him it's bustin, so just dap me up and frown on
	Me and 'Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah [Chorus] 2
	X [Bubba Sparxxx]
	How did him and
	Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow feces?
	To show you folks the hope for this changin' shall be me
	Notice how he see, the picture for it's painting and poured you up of this mixture before it was tainted
	See I was rydin' ruff only when me and
	D became acquainted and
	I pledge to maintain it, be damned if
	I'ma change it
	This shit is anus, ain't it?
	Fuck 'em,
	Kiss bring it home
	I ryde or die with
	Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this song [Jadakiss]
	The streets is still mine,
	I stay with the still nine
	And it's still on nigga
	I'm stonger than corn liquor like
	I pink-eyed, niggaz pretend to be weeded
	That's what the industry needed
	Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies heated
	But we gon' let the gats pop
	From the old rifles on the dirt road to the handguns on the blacktop, don't get the plot wrong
	This ain't a black or white politic thing cocksucker, it's a hot song [Chorus] 2
	X

	zuo qu : Larock, Mathis, Mosley, Parker ...
	Uhhuh, now what we gonna do
	Take it from the
	Eastside... to the country
	Ya feel me?
	Ya feel me?
	Ya feel me?
	Tchkatchkatchka
	Check the chorus! Chorus 2
	X Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
	They don' t know know
	Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
	They don' t know know know Jadakiss
	Uhhuh, uhhuh, uh, yeah
	Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
	Aiyyo, this
	I' ll make ya head hurt
	When the hawk take the day off
	I make the lead work,
	I' ll put you in the red dirt
	Ice make ' em look like stars, they comin through
	On the bikes, but they look like cars, it' s somethin new and
	Jada talk soo good, but ' cha brain is
	Nowhere next to ready for this stainless
	It' s no helpin you when them thangs melt in you and way down in
	Athens, ' Kiss is a bell ringer
	I' ma bring the hood to the farm
	Bless ' em with some purple haze, remove the wood from the bong
	Introduce them to the yak and cranberry
	And make sure
	Bubba Spark good, then
	I' m gone Even if we run to war,
	I' ma still run the raw
	You can come and see me,
	I got ' em for twentyfour
	Double R and
	Beat Club, who hard as us? " R3: In the ' R' We Trust," c' mon Chorus 2
	X Bubba Sparxxx
	Uh, uh...
	Boy you silly if you saw them crackers ridin' with them pigs and thought
	I might would hit this robe for less than twentyfive a gig
	Doin' sixtyfive,
	I slid off acid and shitty bourbon
	Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin
	I' m white just by chance, but
	I' m country by
	God' s graces
	Nowadays I find myself doin laundry in odd places
	But still,
	I keep it
	Bubba even into
	Mr. Kiss and them
	Brought ' em down to
	Athens, let ' em cut with my sister' s friend
	Now we gettin' blitzed again, back on the block in
	Yonkers and
	Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers '
	Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell them
	Betty' s come here
	I' m doin for my family what y' all already done here
	But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is discussion
	Of wither
	I' m that deal or a product of
	Timb' s percussion
	Y' all know to him it' s bustin, so just dap me up and frown on
	Me and ' Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah Chorus 2
	X Bubba Sparxxx
	How did him and
	Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow feces?
	To show you folks the hope for this changin' shall be me
	Notice how he see, the picture for it' s painting and poured you up of this mixture before it was tainted
	See I was rydin' ruff only when me and
	D became acquainted and
	I pledge to maintain it, be damned if
	I' ma change it
	This shit is anus, ain' t it?
	Fuck ' em,
	Kiss bring it home
	I ryde or die with
	Beat Club, won' t bend for the sake of this song Jadakiss
	The streets is still mine,
	I stay with the still nine
	And it' s still on nigga
	I' m stonger than corn liquor like
	I pinkeyed, niggaz pretend to be weeded
	That' s what the industry needed
	Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies heated
	But we gon' let the gats pop
	From the old rifles on the dirt road to the handguns on the blacktop, don' t get the plot wrong
	This ain' t a black or white politic thing cocksucker, it' s a hot song Chorus 2
	X

	zuò qǔ : Larock, Mathis, Mosley, Parker ...
	Uhhuh, now what we gonna do
	Take it from the
	Eastside... to the country
	Ya feel me?
	Ya feel me?
	Ya feel me?
	Tchkatchkatchka
	Check the chorus! Chorus 2
	X Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
	They don' t know know
	Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
	They don' t know know know Jadakiss
	Uhhuh, uhhuh, uh, yeah
	Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
	Aiyyo, this
	I' ll make ya head hurt
	When the hawk take the day off
	I make the lead work,
	I' ll put you in the red dirt
	Ice make ' em look like stars, they comin through
	On the bikes, but they look like cars, it' s somethin new and
	Jada talk soo good, but ' cha brain is
	Nowhere next to ready for this stainless
	It' s no helpin you when them thangs melt in you and way down in
	Athens, ' Kiss is a bell ringer
	I' ma bring the hood to the farm
	Bless ' em with some purple haze, remove the wood from the bong
	Introduce them to the yak and cranberry
	And make sure
	Bubba Spark good, then
	I' m gone Even if we run to war,
	I' ma still run the raw
	You can come and see me,
	I got ' em for twentyfour
	Double R and
	Beat Club, who hard as us? " R3: In the ' R' We Trust," c' mon Chorus 2
	X Bubba Sparxxx
	Uh, uh...
	Boy you silly if you saw them crackers ridin' with them pigs and thought
	I might would hit this robe for less than twentyfive a gig
	Doin' sixtyfive,
	I slid off acid and shitty bourbon
	Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin
	I' m white just by chance, but
	I' m country by
	God' s graces
	Nowadays I find myself doin laundry in odd places
	But still,
	I keep it
	Bubba even into
	Mr. Kiss and them
	Brought ' em down to
	Athens, let ' em cut with my sister' s friend
	Now we gettin' blitzed again, back on the block in
	Yonkers and
	Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers '
	Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell them
	Betty' s come here
	I' m doin for my family what y' all already done here
	But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is discussion
	Of wither
	I' m that deal or a product of
	Timb' s percussion
	Y' all know to him it' s bustin, so just dap me up and frown on
	Me and ' Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah Chorus 2
	X Bubba Sparxxx
	How did him and
	Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow feces?
	To show you folks the hope for this changin' shall be me
	Notice how he see, the picture for it' s painting and poured you up of this mixture before it was tainted
	See I was rydin' ruff only when me and
	D became acquainted and
	I pledge to maintain it, be damned if
	I' ma change it
	This shit is anus, ain' t it?
	Fuck ' em,
	Kiss bring it home
	I ryde or die with
	Beat Club, won' t bend for the sake of this song Jadakiss
	The streets is still mine,
	I stay with the still nine
	And it' s still on nigga
	I' m stonger than corn liquor like
	I pinkeyed, niggaz pretend to be weeded
	That' s what the industry needed
	Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies heated
	But we gon' let the gats pop
	From the old rifles on the dirt road to the handguns on the blacktop, don' t get the plot wrong
	This ain' t a black or white politic thing cocksucker, it' s a hot song Chorus 2
	X

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