Cam'ron - I'M Ready lyrics

(Juelz Santana)

I feel like dropping something man

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

No key, locked me in this corner for the longest but

Common man they can't fuck with me, Juelz Santana

Uh, some how I managed to creep from under the rock

Linking up with Cam and linking up with the Roc now

Shit I told you, I won't fail you niggas man

Yo this is powerful music I bring to this table

The sequels are able the way I sling cane 'cause

Let the music talk to them

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

Squeeze and blast them open as soon as the magnum open

Yeah I told you man

Uh, Cam gone make me a star, I'ma make him a million

Jones is here I'm invading the building and

Yeah Diplomat

For the last time we got this man

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

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

(Jim Jones)

Yes I'm, yes uh, oh yeah nigga

Yo, eyo my gold link can be number one on your charts

If it happens so be it we come with the art

Everyone in my part, they still moving

All them chums in the front of the

Yo I do this shit sick, stuffed and congested

They don't give a fuck if you're sick you still get cuffed and arrested

My justice is wretched

You get knocked down please grab your crutches keep stepping

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 to move on

Its scary and I'm gonna need help

Streets flaunting me, dogs and marijuana don't help

Fiends, junkies in the corner don't help

Knee deep in my grave on these blocks I'm a goner myself but

(Cam'Ron)

Huh, killa, I'm here y'all

Huh, I'm ready, I'm ready, huh, hey

Hey, Yo what up buzzing buzzing, bird flip a dozen dozen

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

I'm ready, yes sir here we go

Jim Jones (??)bones Santana many feet

You niggas know Holla at me if there's any beef

Yes sir, huh

I know in vise versa we like murder we convict in the truck

But yo if you got bitches to fuck hit me up dog

Yeah I'm ready, huh

Far as lyrics go they rocking recitals

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

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

I'm not for the idols

Fuck the twin towers dog, we on top of the Eiffel

Like live Pisa Pisa, eating a piece of pizza

You cant be were I be dog, you need a visa

Common chief of reefer

Please believe it, I will squeeze and ya

All bullets they will heat and seek ya

Harlem world I'ma swell my town

You a clown you can tell by now

That I'm, I'm ready, I'm ready we coming for the title