They Ain't Ready

(album: Ryde Or Die Vol. 3: In The "R" We Trust - 2001)

[Timbaland]
Uh-huh, now what we gonna do
Take it from the Eastside to the country
Ya feel me? Ya feel me?
Ya feel me? Tchka-tchka-tchka
Check the chorus...

[Timbaland]
Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know no
Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know no no
Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know
Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know no no

[Jadakiss]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, yeah
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this I'll make ya head hurt
When the hawk take the day off
I make the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look like stars, they coming through
On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's something new
and Jada talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere next to ready for this stainless
It's no helping you when them thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a bell ringer
I'ma bring the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with some purple hay
Remove the wood from the barn
Introduce them to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
Even if we run the war, I'ma still run the raw
You can come and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
Double R and Beat Club, who hard as us?
R3: In The "R" We Trust, c'mon

[Timbaland]
Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know no
Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know no no

Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know no
Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know no no

[Bubba Sparxxx]
Uh, uh...
Boy, silly if you saw them crackers riding with them pigs
and thought I might would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
Doing sixty-five, I sled off acid and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is working
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces
Nowadays I find myself doing laundry in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. Kiss and them
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend
Now we getting blist again, back on the block in Yonkers
and Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell 'em Bed has come here
I'm doing for my family, but y'all are really done here
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is discussion
Of wither I'm that deal or a product of Tim's percussion
Y'all know to him is busting, so just dap me up and frown on
Me and Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah

[Timbaland]
Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know no
Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know no no

Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know no
Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know no no

[Bubba Sparxxx]
How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you folks the hope for this changing shall be me
Notice how he see, the picture for it's painting
and poured you up of this mixture before it was tainted
See I was ryding ruff only when me and D became aquatinted
and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if I'ma change it
This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home
I 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 nine
and it's still long and if I'm stronger than corn like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's what the industry needed
Kiss flipping his flow, enemies heated
But we gon' let the gats pop
From the old rifles on the dirt road to the handguns on the blacktop
Don't get the plot wrong, this ain't a black or white politic thing
Cocksucker, it's a hot song

[Timbaland]
Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know no
Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know no no

Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know no
Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know no no