Ready

[Interlude]
Ready on the left, ready on the right
Yo, BR, what up my dude? (What up? Okay)
Yo, kick that thing you was kickin' in the studio
Aight, yeah, y'all want that joint?

[Intro]
'Round town, I'm bound shake the ground
Shake the town, wave the pound lays you down
Yo, yo, what was that, B? (Scram Jones, I see you, baby)
That was crazy, yo, kick it again (Good lookin', yeah)
Yo, 'round town, I'm bound shake the ground
Shake the town, wave the pound lays you down (Ooh-wee)

[Verse 1]
And that's how we approach these faggots
Trying to grow and be fly, but they still maggots
I'm sure all I gotta do is call my mans
Forty Cal, watch yourself, I'll spoil your plans
I'm the up-top gangster, the star in the hood
One of the few muhfuckers that ain't scared of Suge
Fam, that was nine-five, man, fuck the past
See niggas out there frontin', bodyguards up the ass, man

[Chorus]
He's Black Rob, he's okay
Play and you'll get robbed today

[Verse 2]
Y'all know how I'm coming through the Source Awards
"Somebody's jewels got jacked," man, it must've been yours
Y'all dudes be talkin out the side of your mouth
So I put the gem star on the side of your mouth
Y'all ain't sell no records, made no cash yet
Fuck dude 'cause my niggas is goons in every aspect
And don't get beside yourself
A lot of shit gon' be fucked up beside your health, man

[Chorus]
He's Black Rob, he's a thug
Fuck with him you'll get fucked up

[Verse 3]
Fam, I don't threaten dudes, that's a promise
That's honest, you can kiss my ring and pay homage
Or get smart, read books by Nostradamus
Meanwhile, I'm deep-sea diving, ocean-omics
I seen green, more green than the Sonics
More green than the Geico lizard, the grand wizard
The .9 mill' scope, I walk up on a nigga
Put the .9 to his throat and watch him shake like the Pope

[Chorus]
He's Black Rob, he's our friend
Thang go pop, we's back again

[Verse 4]
Aw, man, y'all niggas done got me hype
That's it, we fit the same stereotype
If a nigga wanna wild, we can do that, too
Fuck the model bitches, well, we can screw that too
Man, notice I said "We"
She's a J-U-M-P
Man, off top, fam, I got figures
In the game she's fuckin with all the top niggas (It's true)

[Chorus]
He's Black Rob, he's our man
If he can't do it, no one can

[Verse 5]
Yeah, 'bout to put the whole game on smash
Alumni, I put the whole name on smash
After this, they gon' wan' lace me plenty
Who's just mad 'cause they can't make a JCPenney
Who's your Bad Boy? BR, back with the nutritious
Black attacks like a pit bull, vicious
It's goin down, fam
I'm about to shake the ground, it's uptown, holla at your man

[Outro]
Ready on the left, ready on the right