Y'all Not Ready (2003)

[Intro: 50 Cent] Oh, Oh G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit Nigga Haha [Chorus: 50 Cent] You say you're ready, you're not ready We don't shoot no one-on-ones Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you Either way, your ass is done When them shells hit you and they split you You gon' scream like a bitch In your dreams it don't feel How it feels when you're hit [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Mama baby boy is a killa Ain't it funny how them guns get to pop for the scrilla? Four bodies at nineteen, man, I love that little nigga For five grand, niggas'll air the strip out For ten grand, niggas'll run up in your house Have you ass tryna talk with a gun up in your mouth New York has taught niggas to get money down south But get knocked in a commonwealth state, your ass out Fuck the captain, fuck the sarge Fuck that kingpin charge, bitch [Chorus: 50 Cent] You say you're ready, you're not ready We don't shoot no one-on-ones Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you Either way, your ass is done