driving me out of my mind.... I'm talking about sweet satisfaction, I'm ready an' willing.... Sweet satisfaction....I'm ready an' willing.... I get this crazy feeling Inside my soul, And
tools of the trade and I want rings with jewels and jus bade and I wanna go Spain in the pool with the babes sip drinks in the cool and the shade so
rare niggas And I race scared niggas, them snake head niggas That take care of niggas who don't break bread with us Niggas make dead niggas and hate
and others are blocking I'm running the hood and nothing can top it You can Google it and you can search it On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible
'all ain't ready Break fast like Tom Petty, y'all just petty 82' I was born ready, I'm too ready Y'all Betty Crocker balla blockas, I'm too heavy Meatball
dressin' in camouflage Real niggas 'bout pullin triggas and doin' drive-by's Cut-throaters and snakes, keep the murder rate high Niggas who carry Kays ready
chillin on the block Nah, we ain't worry for shit Got escape doors like capone Whit chick your dick on my clip Forty-fives and nives Three-eighties and
pinched Big L will have your whole gang lynched I started smoking dust and been insane since This rap shit was a great gift The other night some snake riffed And
Killa with the gitchy sack I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke, FUCK THAT! Snake skin hatchet gear with the alphabet hat, beyotch I'm ready bring all these
on a positive side I think Obama provides hope and challenges minds Of all races and colors to erase the hate And try and love one another, so many political snakes
the law of the Lord I'm ready to meet him I'm ready to meet him I'm ready to meet him I'm ready to meet him I'm ready to meet him
the white bread 'Cause we've been misled for the longest Time to rise up and gather our strongest Brothers and sisters, Mrs. and Mr. He rose and she
and catch crack like dice Give 'em a double order of man slaughter on the tape recorder Fuck the law and order, tape muffled and distorted All you heard
em In the van, 45's and dealy's, ready to slam A house arrest box is going off, Toney got grams Got a bathtub full of white, lay it in like sand Montana
, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
a latin king 'cause if your left with the Aryans your ass will sting And your cell mate is a 25 to lifer They will stab you then ?? then fuck you on Rikers And
it and fear can't face it the child is not right, he's my greatest shame Go out, create thunder, and stand right under That old apple tree Where dead snakes
