Iz U Ready Lyrics & Chords By Asia
Word up
Yeah yeah
Check it
Yeah yeah
Corrupt colalition in the house
You know what i'm saying
Word up, huh
Yeah yeah
Representing north of the border
You know what i'm saying, word up
No doubt
Check it out like this
Huh
1 2, yo
Petty..
Nickel and dime
Crime invention
Oh, check it, check it, one time
Yo
Niggaz are petty
Nickel and dime
Crime invention
I'm seeing through a different dimension
With the intention
Stay focused
You hopeless
Ain't got no flu remix
Wont you want
Be what you wont you to believe in
Manipulate hit you straight centre
Mind bender
Make you regret it when you enter
My song drop a poem on his ass
First in my class
For holding the most amount of ..
Mass weight
Gas creep
No forgiving
Don't sleep in quick for the
Night life for the living
My name's maintains on the map
My rap claps from 100 yards back
So act out
You gonna get
Jacked like your jill
If you petty
Huh, better be jackin'
[Chorus]
Iz you ready?
More money more flav'
Represent tax free son never know slavery
Iz you ready?
From my mad corrupt clique
Try double GI's
Still remain sick
Iz you ready?
Left on
Right by my side somebody running the guard
Iz you ready?
To step into the ring
When i'm in the coolest crew catches mood swings
First ready
None of the above
Microphone for writing poems
Virtual visions of what you are after
Do to get food just a few
Who?
Claim to represent but ain't true
My crew rules
Everything before my eyes
Don't fantasize
Analyze
From the world get wise
Enterprise
Make the green turn red
Give the promises
Face the square
Cuz it feels
Skinny
Stepping on a square
You have to learn to fight fair
So prepare for warfare
Or better be ready
Huh, niggaz are petty
[Chorus]
Iz you ready?
More money more flav'
Represent tax free son never know slavery
Iz you ready?
From my mad corrupt clique
Try double GI's
Still remain sick
Iz you ready?
Left on
Right by my side somebody running the guard
Iz you ready?
To step into the ring
When i'm in the coolest crew catches mood swings
Red night
Fights on the streets for stripes
With a hatchet
Go and detach it
My grip slip had to catch it
50 stitches for patch it
Scar still a reminder
That the world ain't getting kinder
Chilling in a Honda
Laid back with stray cats in the pond
Somebody else got the minus
You highness
My title
Rap this title, kick it
Making more noise
Than shots to click in
Clocks be tickin'
Get a pen get to business
Got me liking some Guiness
Winners
Madness going to
Never worry about the evidence
The p's got
At least not for them
I ain't got cases
The judge erases
And everybody ran for me faces
Ain't got no clue about the
Places i've been through
Even got a crew heavy
Know what i'm saying
Ill rhymes..
[Chorus]
Iz you ready?
More money more flav'
Represent tax free son never know slavery
Iz you ready?
From my mad corrupt clique
Try double GI's
Still remain sick
Iz you ready?
Left on
Right by my side somebody running the guard
Iz you ready?
To step into the ring
When i'm in the coolest crew catches mood swings
