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BCC: Buckshot Smif-N-Wessun (Tek and Steele) The Fab 5 (Originoo Gun Clappaz and Heltah Skeltah) **FB5: Originoo Gun Clappaz (Louisville, Strang, Top Dawg) Heltah Skeltah (Ruck and Rock)[Intro/Chorus]Headz Ain`t Ready for this Clik we gotHeadz Ain`t Ready man I swear they not[Louisville]Now a days I had it up to here, from my chest to my headWhen the buddha bless bless my head and the eyes are redComin for ya, 3-2-1 nice to know yayou wanted to pop junkso now it`s like a little VigorI outta floor ya[Starang]Headz Ain`t Ready got the Original Gunz and machetesI Pen-dat ass to de-grass like I was Teddycause brothas ain`t ready for the fros and the dreadsgrab the glock and hitcha from ya toes to ya head[Top Dawg]There`s an X amount of yar-we, yo pass the gar-weedPass it over here so I can get Irie-why wesmoke so much brothas be askinwhy the Originoo Gunn Clappaz keep on clappin[Ruck]Headz Ain`t Ready for what my clique got in storecause what we got in store keeps us prepared for the warShows get blown, hoes get thrown out the roomPlus napkins for nitwits that ride deez from now til noonNow assume - position, punks pissin dey pantsCaise lyrical skillz is makin you feel..[Rock]Still if-in-case you didn`t know how we be livinIt`s in, my nature to keep Robin like GivensFor real doe, bring your steel bro`Kill or be killed jerk - you don`t knowso that leaves ya screwed like a dildoI still blow, punks I crush into dustplus we gothcha bucks (Who the warriors?)Rock and Ruck, and what?[Chorus] 2X[Tek + Steele]What`s that aroma in the air? TreesSo what that means son?Son that mean it`s huntin seasonTime to stack papes do you got what it takesCan you react when your life`s at stake?I rock the stripes of an M-P, pon my timb treeand keep the Taurus for my enemiesWhenever he comes in the mist of this Boot Camp Clikit gets realer so watch Steele serve justiceThirty-two degrees freeze untilthese MC`s decide to relieve you of grievin[Buckshot]On my way from out of state, I hit my block F-A-Pwit my man Ruck and my man Rock S-TJus left my man brown noseNow we gotta sack of the black for the showsClothes, ain`t really nuthin to mebut I stay wit my Timberland tree, and myB-double-O-T-CRock, the party, keep my hair nottyDid you notice me flowin with potencyBuckshot b-d-b-d and the Evil Dee, we rock fluently[Chorus] 2X[Ruck]Mr. McGee don`t get me angry (why?)you wouldn`t like it when I`m angryIll thoughts to the dome start to change meRearrange the, way I be kickin, my flavorEven my neighboursnotice a change in the Ruck-est behaviour[Tek]Now you roaches don`t even come close or approach thisWhat I be smokin leave your monkey ass chokinStraight from yardie like the one Robert MarleyYou hardly ever saaw me witout a bag of that bomb weedI wake up in the mornin and chocolate`s what starts itReachin in my pocket for the roach to spark it[Top Dawg]I`m steppin in hotter this yearwit my bredern dry-tear, my cousin wit no fearSo who - wanna come tess Top DawgThey dig you out the ditch and then they take you to the morgue[Steele]Here`s Misdemeanor, the crook wit the mouth fullknown for bein live and rockin those flava TimbosHalf pass Lincoln, clothes dead and stinkinCountry bwoy got me just zonin and thinkinTime to start stackin on you crab ass snakesGotta move right, cause my rep`s at stakeCall up my dawgs thats quick to bustP.N.C. take it back to the dustNow I got fo` eyes to watch my backplus my own two make it a full six-packNow we bring the ruckas to wannabee knuckasBodyin suckas like I change up my chuckas[Buckshot]Don`t you know the W-a-r (war)is o-n (on) open to them headz scopinHopin they can get a bite, and write what I writebut they don`t know the nightkeeps me and my Clik air tight (right)all you biters wanna chunk the scriptbut your quick to take a flickby my side as you take my hand, givin the fake smilebut I peeped you for awhileease off selecta when the B.D. pulled your filecan I pull your card again, the Buck`s guardianis the Arm-a-Leg-Leg-Arm-a-Headso begin to drop the bombs (Heltah Skeltah)Booyah![Rock]You ask for it, who want beef well here`s warFor this I packs twin automatic 4-4`sKids this ain`t before don`t even speak about my fleetMany pop junk but front when MC`s meetDem not ready[Outro]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)*ad libbing to fade*

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