{*I'm Ready being sung in the background*}      [Juelz Santana]   Come on!   Jim Jones where you at baby?   Juelz Santana (I feel good right now man)   This is music right here   Once again where you at   I feel like Rocky or something   They try to box me in the corner 4 the longest   No keys, lock me in this corner for the longest but   (I'm Ready, I'm Ready, I'm Ready, I'm Ready)   Somehow I managed to creep from under the rock   Linkin' up with Cam and linkin' up with the ROC now   (I'm Ready, I'm Ready, I'm Ready, I'm Ready)   This is powerful music I bring to the table   The sequel to Able the way I slag Kane cause   (I'm Ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready)   Y'all know I'm past then focus, incase you haven't noticed   Squeeze and blast them open as soon as the magnum open   (I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready)   Cam gonna make me star, I'm gonna make him a million   Jones is here, we invading the building and   (I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready)   I'm still on the corner grinding for them big stacks   Big coats, big gats don't ever forget that      [Jim Jones]   Yes sir, Yes sir   Oh yea nigga   My goal (??) the one on your charts   If it happens to be a (??) come with the arts   Everyone of my parts they still moving'   Hold the drums in front of the…   I do this shit six lucky contestants   They don't give a fuck if you sixty   Still get coifed and arrested (click clank)   My justice is reched   You get knocked   Please, grab your crouches   Keep steppin'   Cause the game we done held back to long   The pain we done felt that to long   Cocaine we done dealt that to long   And my pops it don't help that you gone   Myself to move on   Its scary and I'm gonna need help   Streets flow at me   Dog marijuana don't help   Fiends junkies in the corners don't help   Knee deep in my grave on these blocks   I'm a goner my self      [Cam'Ron]   Killa, I'm here y'all   I'm ready, I'm ready   Hey yo   Was up buzzin' buzzin'   Birds flip a dozen dozen   Holla at your boy   Boy thought your cousin wasn't   (I'm Ready, Yes sir)   Jimmy Jones, Sessa Bones, Santana, Manefik   Y'all niggaz know holla at me if there's any beef   (Yes sir, gats, guns, knifes…)   I know its vic versa   We like murder we convicted the track   But yo if you got bitches to fuck   Hit me up dawg   (Yea I'm ready)   Far as lyrics go   They rocking the citlets   They won't stop till I'm on top with the title   Hustlin no stoppin the cycle   I'm shopping for rifles I'm not for the idols   The twin towers dawg we on top of the Eiffel like   La piece a pizza eating a piece of pizza   You can't be where I be dawg   You need a Visa   Come on chief we for   Please believe it   I will squeeze and leave ya   All bullets stay where we can seek ya   Harlem world I'm spoil my town   You a clown you can't tell by now      {*singing continues w/ ad libs until fade*}