Headz Ain't Ready Lyrics

originally billed inaccurately as 'Black Moon & Smif-N-Wessun'

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 Aint Ready for the Clik we got

Headz Aint Ready when I swear they not

Verse One: Louisville, Strang, Top Dawg, Ruck, Rock

Now a days I had it up to here

from my chest to my head

when the buddha bless

bless my head and the eyes are red

comin 4 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

Headz Aint Ready got the Original Gunz and machetes

I pin that ass to the grass like I was Teddy

cuz brothas aint ready for the fros and the dreads

grab the glock and hitcha 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 brothas be askin

why the Originoo Gunn Clappaz keep on clappin

Headz Aint Ready for what my clique got in store

cuz what we got in store keeps us prepared for the war

shows get blown, ho's get thrown out the room

plus knuckas get??? from now til noon

Now assume posistion, punks pissin in pants

cuz lyrical skillz is makin you feel...

Still liftin, incase you didn't know how we be livin

it's in my nature to keep robbin like Givens

for real doe, when your still broke

kill or be killed jerk

you don't know

so I leave ya screwed like a dildo

I still blow, punks I crush into dust

plus we gothcha bucks

(Who the warriors?) Rock & Ruck ass what

Chorus 2X

Verse Two: Tek and Steele, Buckshot

What's that aroma in the air?

treason, so wghat 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 lifes at stake

I rock the stripes of an M-P

pon my timb tree

and keep the Tauras from my enemy

whenever he comes in the mist of this Boot Camp Clique

it gets realer so watch this, serve justice

3-2 degrees freeze until

these MC's decide to relieve you from grievin

On my way from out of state

I hit my block F-A-P

wit my man Ruck & my man Rock S-T

jus left my man brown nose

now we gotta sac of the black for the shows

clothes aint really nuthin ta me

bit I stay wit my Timberland tree

and my B-double-O-T-C

Rock, keep my hair notty
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did you know it's me floatin wit potent see

Buckshot b-d-b-d and the Evil Dee

we rock fluently

Chorus 2X

Verse Three: Ruck, Tek, Top Dawg, Steele, Buckshot, Rock

Mr. McGee don't get me angry(why)

you wouldn't like it when I mangle

your thoughts to done start to change you

rearrange you, way you all be kickin

my flava, 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 saaw me witout a bag of that bomb weed

I wake up in the mornin and chocolate was thoughts

reachin in my pocket for the roach to spark it

I'm steppin in hotter this year

wit my brethren dry-tear

my cousin wit no fear so who

wanna come tess Top Dawg

to get you out the plastic

and then take you to the morgue

Here's Mr. Meena, the crook wit the mouth full

known for bein live

and rockin nose flava timbos

half pass Lincoln

clothes that is stinkin

country bwoy got me just zonin and thinkin

Time to start stackin on you crab ass snakes

gotta move right, cuz my reps at stake

call up my dawgs thats quick to bust

P.N.C. take it back to the dust

now I got 4 eyes to watch my back

plus my own 2 make it a full 6 pack

now we bring the ruckas to wannabee knuckas

bodyin suckas like a change of my chuckas

Don't you know the W-a-r(war)

is o-n(on) open to them headz scopin

hope-in they can get a bite

and write what I write

but they don't know the night

keeps me and my clique air tight(right)

all you biters wanna chunck the script

but your quick to take a flick

by my side/and you take my hand , givin tha fake smile

but I peeped you for awhile

ease off selecta when the beedie pulled your file

can I pull your card again

its the Bucks-guardian

the arm-a-leg, leg-arm & head

so begin to drop the bombs(Heltah Skeltah)

Booyah!

you ask for it who, so people here's war

for this I pack an automatic 4-4's

kids this aint before

so don't even speak about my fleet

many pop junk but front when MC's meet

them naw ready

Outro:

Headz Aint Ready for this clique we got(dem naw ready)

Headz Aint Ready when I swear they not(naw)

Heady Aint Ready for this clique we got(we really ready)

Headz Aint Ready when I swear they not(naw)

Headz Aint really ready.....we the warriors