Intro:
R U ready....(to my west coast headz come on)
Ready...all my headz are you ready
and to my east coast headz come on
R U ready...I say all my peoples are you ready
and to my headz thats overseas
I say are you ready
all my people are you ready
[Louieville]
muthafucka had it up to here
from my chest to my head
when the led paint the town red bloodshed your dead
I groove thru these pavements
we all together theres no slaveships
so run these rebels that race this
be watchful of large cows hovering covering in the dawn
husk its the storm, I cock back
relax and drink the henne-vill slugga
my fleet will see ahead so we will see you sucka
shake em down for profound sound
punk your down by lightnin, throw your fists up cuz...
[Tek]
the escapade when its followed, move the shit from Guatemala
move the Q-U 7 years ago wit my father
I met shorty whop at a block dice game
no words where exchanged, body language did its thang
think I didnt when I did take honey back to the nest
twist the back as soon as we hit the rest
me tongue and kisses sway like a fly wind bloom
seductivly undressed as she layed across the room
and cocked her seat up on the bed and grabbed her ankles and said
its been a long time lets see if your ready yet
Chorus
All my peoples are you ready
R-U..all my peopless are you ready
[Steele]
we the soldiers of misfortune have faught one common cause
I keep mine in yours for fallen off
when sources uncontrollable offers coffins for all of you
soon we'll see it might be too late to come in unity
[Rock]
Yo its on again,
wack get gone it when Boot Camp begin swarmin in
so I say all my peoples are you ready,
are you ready, not the one gas like the Getty let the
soldiers get busy light this party like a bar-be
you too late once we start we, nothin gets copy
when squads meet, oh god we gon last
when Im rockin you cant escape from me
from the grass out the smash
we rock rows, I crash like a drunk driver wit his tire slashed
punk you dont know the half and if you do
then maybe you can fuck wit me
and my W-W-B-C-C
[Starang]
oh, oh its my go, I blow Mc's outta the frame
tell me that it wassnt your last l.p. to blame
so i got this shit lockdown like terrorists in airplanes
now that my swear is complete I got no time for games
(I know)me and rino be like the lone ranger and tonto
stickin niggas up for they weed and they pronto
I play the background call me the head honcho
out to get mine, I aint got no time for your convo
I got you, hak-2, hit em wit a combo
me and ville sluggah out a shorty in diablo
Chorus
[Top Dog]
Life is a sound, we a de champions, the champions....yeeeeah
listen to sound, we a de numba one sound, de numba ones yeeeah
for de p
