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Ya'll Ain't Ready
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Lyrikal Recka killing this one on a Dre beat, holla if ya feel me!
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Dade County's Underrated Lyricist, Get At Ya Boi!
I'm a 21 year old emcee spittin and writing tight music for my fans to listen to. Been in this game for about 2 years and a half now and I'm ready to throw down.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #7,625
Peak in subgenre #4,304
Author
Lyrikal Recka
Rights
Ill Lyriks Entertainment
Uploaded
June 24, 2004
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MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
If Dr. Dre heard this joint I did to his beat, he would sign me up in a quickness!
Lyrics
Intro Ugh, yea...It's your boi L Recka Droppin anotha hot one Hot one with hot guns, it's hot son Yea, come on let’s go ok Verse 1 Ya'll ain't ready for this, listen to me closely You ain't ready just to act a fool Like my boyz Luda and P We from the dirty south where we outlawz running the game insane mang Head bang, from the lyrics I spit flame Maintain up in the ring I rip game Hot jams runnin' a muck like cot damn Special delivery rhyming through hot sands I'mma make grands a dozen a bottle a pop can If Rock can, surely I can rock tens Got a million fans that would try to cop me But I'm left untouched cuz I'm way too pricey Enticing, make moves like Mike Tyson Clinch a record deal make it exciting Grind you to your seat despite the lightning Do you really think you're ready for this? Hook 2x Ya'll ain't ready to feel my hailstorm (chyea) Playas get killed when they step to the man of ill (damn) I steady blaze it raw with mad skillz (yep) That's enough glaze keeping this shit mad real (ok) Verse 2 Who spits ludacritive lyrics mad ill When you fuckin' with the best you know your ass killed Get an Advil nicca and cough my cash bills Rap kills all my time and math will Another day of this shit stressin’ my mind be Hypnotized but awake just ripping the lines see It reminds me to come hard no mercy I’ll be back up in da lab with Bercy You can hurt me, I’ll bounce back you heard me Pay you back thrice when you fuck with dirty I stand proud and tall…notorious With the crowd behind me I’ll be victorious They will need the man to lead da band (Ya Feel me) Make a hundred grand with every jam (Ya Hear me) You felt my fire, you felt my heat Do you really think you're ready for this? Hell nah ya’ll ain’t ready I’m not even done keep it steady I’mma bump more lyrics and rhymes for your money Bring you treble and bass at incredible rates A deadly combination when kept at a pace I may seem at times to rhyme out of line Cause the story’s rewritten when I ran out of time But I’mma keep it going, keep on flowin’ With all the lyrics on point I’mma keep it rollin Now stop, let me wait a minute to get up in it Beat so sick I killed it for three minutes Any more longer I think I would die wit it I pray off to God lettin’ me ride in it I deserve a Grammy spittin’ all these raw hits Label me the innovator droppin’ bomb kicks Asked twice before I’ll say it again Do you really think you're ready for this? Hook 2x Ya'll ain't ready to feel my hailstorm (chyea) Playas get killed when they step to the man of ill (damn) I steady blaze it raw with mad skillz (yep) That's enough glaze keeping this shit mad real (ok)
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