I'm Ready (Y'all Ain't Ready for This)

[Intro: Phil Da Agony] For all my Down South, West Coast, East Coast club Down South, West Coast, East Coast club Down South, West Coast, East Coast club Down South, West Coast, East Coast club Down South, West Coast, East Coast club Baby, betta cut you a rug [Phil Da Agony] For my dimes, doves, hustlers, thugs Posted outside of the lines of the clubs Clubs, clubs, affectin all of y'all Fights at night, right clutchin my jaws Laws get broken, hoppin on the first thing smokin Rhymes in the marinade soakin Kin folks all at the bar, yo put the bottles on ice And let 'em who you are, you a star Tash got cash, Supernat' rollin up stacks Phil-a react on a will.i.am track Back to the basics, 501s with the Asics Rap City rhymes from +The Basement+ Cement blocks, still on my +Lox+ +Money, Power, Respect+, still on my licks I get the whole crowd wet Betcha bottom dollar, we top dollar, Rotweiller Hip-hop scholars, disc jocks holler [Chorus: will.i.am] Ah naw (y'all ain't ready for this) Hell naw (y'all ain't ready for this) Cause y'all ain't ready, you steady try to ("Pick it up, pick it up!") but it's just too heavy for ya Ah naw (y'all ain't ready for this) Hell naw (y'all ain't ready for this) Y'all ain't ready, you steady try to ("Pick it up, pick it up!") but it's just too heavy for ya [Tash] And I'm a shark in the water searchin for that place Swing around baby girl, swing that ass re-way Me and Ick lit the wick to the dynamite stick It goes..."SSSSSSSSS, ss-ss-ss, phoo".. Kamikaze, paparazzis dodge me Walkin through the club, I look drugged up like Ozzy I leave 'em in the dust then it's, ashes to ashes Y'all sport Jordans? Jordan sports Tashes Alas is, me and Supernat is runnin' through 'em We don't {*gun cocks*}, we just sue 'em CD to the wax, the wax is to the MiniDisc We walk in Benz dealerships like "Yeah {bitch}, gimme this!" And roll off that drop top off the lot I'm beatin down your block, what the {fuck} y'all got? (woop! woop!) Catastrophe and the Black Eyed Peas I'm comin through straight FADIN on you wack emcees, it's like... [Chorus] [Phil Da Agony] Stars, cars, wars, clothes Tearin down stages, late night shows Chips, whips, tips, kicks Posted in the club, flicks, chicks Stars, cars, wars, clothes Tearin down stages, late night shows Chips, whips, tips, kicks Posted in the club, flicks, chicks, c'mon [Supernatural] The club is packed, it's filled with smoke My fits are fresh, yo I'm 'bout to make my approach It didn't hit the stroke of twelve, I'm under the spell 'Bout to make my move to the corner, twist up an L The DJs' playin' my shit, start rollin it fast So I can get to the bar and start toastin with Tash Play this joint in the club, get the party on smash My interest is +Grand+, yo and I'm a +Master+ like Caz Predators in the club, lookin straight for the stab Ready to get freaky-deaky, go back to the lab I love that it's club night, I'm gettin my rub right Don't you hate when cats spoil it by havin a club fight? But that's alright, one cat don't stop no show Bouncers, do your job, Phil, pass that droll We gonna, do it to death, then do it some mo' Look at the way the shortys movin out there on the flo', whoa [Chorus]