[Intro: Juelz Santana (Cam'ron)]

Heatmakerz, Killa

Let's do it

This is it right here (Come on man)

I feel good, man

Taliban! Diplomats... come on!

Yeah, Jim Jones, where you at, baby?

Juelz Santana (I feel good right now, man)

This is music right here

Once again, where you at?

I feel like Rocky or something, man

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]

Yo, they tried to box me in the corner for the longest

No keys, lock me in this corner for the longest, but

(I'm ready... I'm ready...)

Somehow, I managed to creep from under the rock

Linking up with Cam, him linking up with the Roc now

(I'm ready... I'm ready...)

Shit, I told you, I won't fail you niggas, man (I got this)

Yo, this is powerful music I bring to the table

The sequel to Abel the way I slang 'caine, cuz

(I'm ready... I'm ready...)

Yo, y'all know I'm past they focus, in case you haven't noticed

Squeeze and blast 'em open, as soon as the magnum opens

(I'm ready... I'm ready...)

Yeah, I told you, man, come on

Uh, Cam gon' make me a star, I'm gon' make him a million

Jones is here, we invading the building and

(I'm ready... I'm ready...)

Yeah, Diplomat – for the last time, we got this, man

I'm still on the corner, grinding for them big stacks

Big coke, big gat, don't ever forget that

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]

Yes sir, yes sir

Oh yeah, nigga, yo

Ayo, my goal ain't to be number one on your charts

If it happens, so be it – we come with the art (Talent)

Everyone in my parks, they still moving

Holding jums in the front of the...

Yo, I do this shit sick, stuffy, congested

They don't give a fuck if you sick

You still get cuffed and arrested (click clank)

My justice is wretched

You get knocked down?

Please, grab your crutches, keep stepping (Frankie!)

'Cause the game, we done held back too long

The pain, we done felt that too long

Cocaine, we done dealt that too long

And my pops, it don't help that you gone

Myself should move on (Woooo!)

It's scary and I'm gonna need help (Yep!)

Streets fluster me

Dogs, marijuana don't help (NO!)

Fiends, junkies in the corner don't help

Knee deep in my grave on these blocks

I'm a goner myself, but

[Verse 3: Cam'ron]

Huh, Killa (Killa..)

I'm here y'all

Huh, I'm ready, I'm ready

Huh, hey, yo...

What up, buzzing-buzzing? Birds, flip a dozen-dozen

Holla at your boy – boy, you thought your cousin wasn't?

(Huh, I'm ready, yes sir, here we go now)

Jim Jones "c'est si bon," Santana "magnifique"

Y'all niggas know – holla at me if it's any beef

(Yes sir, we got gats, guns, knives, bats)

I know it's vice versa

We like murder, we come thick in the truck

But, yo, if you got bitches to fuck?

Hit me up, dog

(Yeah, I'm ready, uh)

Far as lyrics go, they rocking recitals

It won't stop 'til I'm on top with the title

Hustling, no stopping the cycle, I'm shopping for rifles

I'm not for the idols

The Twin Towers, dog

We on top of the Eiffel, like

La Pisa Pisa, eating a piece of pizza

You can't be where I be, dog – you need a visa

Come on, chief on reefer

Please believe it – I will squeeze and leave ya

All bullets, they will heat and seek ya

Harlem World, I'ma swell my town

You a clown, you can't tell by now? That I'm...

Huh, yeah – I'm ready, I'm ready

[Outro: Jim Jones]

What do y'all expect, man? (I'm ready)

We're coming for the title (Holla)

You hear what it say?

Dipset, Taliban

Juelz Santana, Bandana (Killa)

B's up (Freekey)

Jim Jones, Capo status (Holla)

Guru, it's a wrap