Headz Ain't Redee feat. Smif-N-Wessun (Original Buckshot Mix)

Buckshot

Smif N Wessun

Tek and Steele

The Fab 5

Originoo Gun Clappaz and Heltah Skeltah

Originoo Gun Clappaz

Louisville Strang Top Dawg

Heltah Skeltah

Ruck and Rock

Headz Ain't Ready for this Clik we got

Headz Ain't Ready man I swear they not

Now a days I had it up to here from my chest to my head

When the buddha bless bless my head and the eyes are red

Comin for ya 3 2 1 nice to know ya

You wanted to pop junk

So now it's like a little Vigor

I outta floor ya

Headz Ain't Ready got the Original Gunz and machetes

I Pen dat a*s to de grass like I was Teddy

Cause brothas ain't ready for the fros and the dreads

Grab the glock and hitcha from ya toes to ya head

There's an X amount of yar we yo pass the gar w**d

Pass it over here so I can get Irie why we

Smoke so much brothas be askin

Why the Originoo Gunn Clappaz keep on clappin

Headz Ain't Ready for what my clique got in store

Cause what we got in store keeps us prepared for the war

Shows get blown h*es get thrown out the room

Plus napkins for nitwits that ride deez from now 'til noon

Now assume position punks pissin dey pants

Caise lyrical skillz is makin you feel

Still if in case you didn't know how we be livin

It's in my nature to keep Robin like Givens

For real doe bring your steel bro'

Kill or be killed jerk you don't know

So that leaves ya screwed like a dildo

I still blow punks I crush into dust

Plus we gothcha bucks

Who the warriors

Rock and Ruck and what

What's that aroma in the air Trees

So what that means son

Son that mean it's huntin season

Time to stack papes do you got what it takes

Can you react when your life's at stake

I rock the stripes of an M P pon my timb tree

And keep the Taurus for my enemies

Whenever he comes in the mist of this Boot Camp Clik

It gets realer so watch Steele serve justice

Thirty two degrees freeze until

These MC's decide to relieve you of grievin

On my way from out of state I hit my block F A P

Wit my man Ruck and my man Rock S T

Jus left my man brown nose

Now we gotta sack of the black for the shows

Clothes ain't really nuthin to me

But I stay wit my Timberland tree and my

B double O T C

Rock the party keep my hair notty

Did you notice me flowin with potency

Buckshot b d b d and the Evil Dee we rock fluently

Mr McGee don't get me angry

Why

You wouldn't like it when I'm angry

I'll thoughts to the dome start to change me

Rearrange the way I be kickin my flavor

Even my neighbours

Notice a change in the Ruck est behaviour

Now you roaches don't even come close or approach this

What I be smokin leave your monkey a*s chokin

Straight from yardie like the one Robert Marley

You hardly ever saaw me witout a bag of that bomb w**d

I wake up in the mornin and chocolate's what starts it

Reachin in my pocket for the roach to spark it

I'm steppin in hotter this year

Wit my bredern dry tear my cousin wit no fear

So who wanna come tess Top Dawg

They dig you out the ditch and then they take you to the morgue

Here's Misdemeanor the crook wit the mouth full

Known for bein live and rockin those flava Timbos

Half pass Lincoln clothes dead and stinkin

Country bwoy got me just zonin and thinkin

Time to start stackin on you crab a*s snakes

Gotta move right cause my rep's at stake

Call up my dawgs that's quick to bust

P N C take it back to the dust

Now I got fo' eyes to watch my back

Plus my own two make it a full six pack

Now we bring the ruckas to wannabee knuckas

Bodyin suckas like I change up my chuckas

Don't you know the W a r

War

Is o n

On

Open to them headz scopin

Hopin they can get a bite and write what I write

But they don't know the night

Keeps me and my Clik air tight

Right

All you biters wanna chunk the script

But your quick to take a flick

By my side as you take my hand givin the fake smile

But I peeped you for awhile

Ease off selecta when the B D pulled your file

Can I pull your card again the Buck's guardian

Is the Arm a Leg Leg Arm a Head

So begin to drop the bombs

Heltah Skeltah

Booyah

You ask for it who want beef well here's war

For this I packs twin automatic 4 4's

Kids this ain't before don't even speak about my fleet

Many pop junk but front when MC's meet

Dem not ready

Headz Ain't Ready for this Clik we got

Dem not ready

Headz Ain't Ready man I swear they not

Naw

Heady Ain't Ready for the Clik we got

We really ready

Headz Ain't Ready man I swear they not

Naw

Headz Ain't Ready for the Click we got

They ain't nowhere near ready