Testo They Ain't Ready

[Timbaland]Uh-huh, now what we gonna doTake it from the Eastside to the countryYa feel me? Ya feel me?Ya feel me? Tchka-tchka-tchkaCheck the chorus...Chorus 2x: TimbalandJada talk so good, but they brain is not readyThey don't know knowBubba talk so good, but they brain is not readyThey don't know know know[Jadakiss]Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, yeahYo, uh, yeah, yo...Aiyyo, this I'll make ya head hurtWhen the hawk take the day offI make the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirtIce make 'em look like stars, they comin' throughOn the bikes, but they look like cars, it's somethin' newand Jada talk soo good, but 'cha brain isNowhere next to ready for this stainlessIt's no helpin' you when them thangs melt in youand way down in Athens, Jada's a bell ringerI'ma bring the hood to the farmBless 'em with some purple hayRemove the wood from the barnIntroduce them to the yak and cranberryand make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm goneEven if we run the war, I'ma still run the rawYou can come and see me, I got 'em for twenty-fourDouble R and Beat Club, who hard as us?R3: In The "R" We Trust, c'mon[Chorus][Bubba Sparxxx]Uh, uh...Boy, silly if you saw them crackers ridin' with them pigsand thought I might would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gigDoin' sixty-five, I sled off acid and shitty bourbonTook a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin'I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's gracesNowadays I find myself doin' laundry in odd placesBut still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. Kiss and themBrought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friendNow we gettin' blist again, back on the block in Yonkersand Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkersKiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell 'em Bed has come hereI'm doin' for my family, but y'all are really done hereBut Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is discussionOf wither I'm that deal or a product of Tim's percussionY'all know to him is bustin', so just dap me up and frown onMe and Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah[Chorus][Bubba Sparxxx]How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow feces?To show you folks the hope for this changin' shall be meNotice how he see, the picture for it's paintingand poured you up of this mixture before it was taintedSee I was rydin' ruff only when me and D became aquatintedand I pledge to maintain it, be damned if I'ma change itThis shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it homeI ryde or die with Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this song[Jadakiss]The streets is still mine, I stay with the still nineand it's still long and if I'm stronger than corn like I pinkeyedNiggaz pretend to be weeded, that's what the industry neededKiss flippin' his flow, enemies heatedBut we gon' let the gats popFrom the old rifles on the dirt road to the handguns on the blacktopDon't get the plot wrong, this ain't a black or white politic thingCocksucker, it's a hot song[Chorus]