Headz Ain't Redee - Beatminerz Remix

Headz ain't ready, for what this clik we got

Headz ain't ready for this clik we got
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not
Headz ain't ready for this clik we got
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not
Headz ain't ready for this clik we got
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not

Nowadays I had it up to here
From my chest to my head, when the Buddha bless bless my head
Then the eyes are red coming 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

Heads ain't ready got the original gun and machetes
I pen that ass to the grass like I was Teddy
Cause brothers ain't ready for the fros and the dreads
Grab the glock and hit ya from ya toes to ya head

There's an X amount of yar-we
Yo pass the gar-weed
Pass it over here so I can get Irie-why
We smoke so much bothers be askin Why the original gun clappaz keep on Clapping

Headz ain't ready for what my clik got in store
Cause what we got in store keeps us prepared for the war
Shows get blown, hoes get thrown out the room(get out)

Plus napkins for nitwits that ride these from now 'til noon
Now assume - position
Punks pissing they pants, cause lyrical skills is making 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 tho, 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 got ya bucks (who the warriors?)
Rock and Ruck, and what?

Headz ain't ready for this clik we got
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not
Headz ain't ready for this clik we got
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not

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 Rusk 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 nothin to me
But I stay wit my timberland tree, and My be-double-O-T-see
Rock, the party, keep my head notty
Did you notice me flowin with potency?
Buckshot be-d-be-d and the evil dee we rock fluently

Headz ain't ready for this clik we got
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not

Mr. McGee don't get me angry (why?)
You wouldn't like it when I'm angry
Ill thoughts to the dome start to change me
Rearrange the, way I be kickin my flavor
Even my neighbours notice a change in the ruckest behaviour

Now you roaches don't even come close or approach this
What I be smokin leave your monkey ass chokin
Straight from yardie like the one Robert Marley
You hardly ever saw me without a bag of that bomb weed
I wake up in the morning 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?, want to come test the 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 being live and rockin those flavor timbos
Half pass Lincoln, clothes dead and stinkin
Country boy got me just zonin and thinkin

Time to start stackin on you crab ass 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-are (war)
Is O-N (war) 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 want to 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 selective 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 (bringing forth hell)
Booyah!

You ask for it, who want beef well here's war
For this I packs twin automatic 4-4's
Kid this ain't before don't even speak about my fleet
Many pop junk but front when them see me dem not ready

Headz ain't ready for this clik we got (dem not ready)
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not (nah)
Heady ain't ready for the clik we got (we really ready)
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not (nah)
Headz ain't ready, swear they not ready(they ain't no where near ready)

Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah (they ain't really ready)
Headz ain't ready for the clik we got(for they clik we got)
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not