Headz Ain't Redee feat. Smif-N-Wessun - Black Moon

Headz Ain’t Ready for this Clik we got

Headz Ain’t Ready man I swear they not

Nowadays I had it up to here, from my chest to my head

When the buddha bless bless my head then the eyes are red

Coming for ya, 3−2-1 nice to know ya

You wanted to pop junk

So now it’s like a little Vigor

I outta floor ya

Heads ain’t ready got the original guns and machetes

I pen that ass to the grass like I was Teddy

Cause brothers ain’t ready for the fros and the dreads

Grab the Glock and hit ya from ya toes to ya head

There’s an X amount of yar-we, yo pass the gar-weed

Pass it over here so I can get Irie-why we

Smoke so much brothers be asking

Why the Originoo Gunn Clappaz keep on clapping

Heads ain’t ready for what my clique got in store

Cause what we got in store keeps us prepared for the war

Shows get blown, hoes get thrown out the room

Plus napkins for nitwits that ride these from now 'til noon

Now assume — position, punks pissing they pants

Cause lyrical skills is making you feel.

Still if-in-case you didn’t know how we be livin

It’s in, my nature to keep Robin like Givens

For real doe, bring your steel bro'

Kill or be killed jerk — you don’t know

So that leaves ya screwed like a dildo

I still blow, punks I crush into dust

Plus we got ya bucks (Who the warriors?)

Rock and Ruck, and what?

What’s that aroma in the air?

Trees

So what that means son?

Son that mean it’s huntin season

Time to stack papes do you got what it takes

Can you react when your life’s at stake?

I rock the stripes of an M-P, pon my timb tree

And keep the Taurus for my enemies

Whenever he comes in the mist of this Boot Camp Clik

It gets realer so watch Steele serve justice

Thirty-two degrees freeze until

These MC’s decide to relieve you of grievin

On my way from out of state, I hit my block F-A-P

Wit my man Ruck and my man Rock S-T

Jus left my man brown nose

Now we got a sack of the black for the shows

Clothes, ain’t really nothing to me

But I stay with my Timberland tree, and my

Rock, the party, keep my hair notty

Did you notice me flowing with potency

Buckshot b-d-b-d and the Evil Dee, we rock fluently

Mr. McGee don’t get me angry (why?)

You wouldn’t like it when I’m angry

Ill thoughts to the dome start to change me

Rearrange the, way I be kicking, my flavor

Even my neighbours

Notice a change in the Ruckus behaviour

Now you roaches don’t even come close or approach this

What I be smoking leave your monkey ass choking

Straight from yardie like the one Robert Marley

You hardly ever saw me witout a bag of that bomb weed

I wake up in the morning and chocolate’s what starts it

Reaching in my pocket for the roach to spark it

I’m steppin in hotter this year

Wit my bredern dry-tear, my cousin wit no fear

So who — wanna come tess Top Dawg

They dig you out the ditch and then they take you to the morgue

Here’s Mr. Meaner, the crook with the mouth full

Known for being live and rocking those flavor Timbos

Half pass Lincoln, clothes dead and stinking

Country boy got me just zoning and thinking

Time to start stacking on you crab ass snakes

Gotta move right, cause my rep’s at stake

Call up my dogs that’s quick to bust

P.N.C.

take it back to the dust

Now I got four eyes to watch my back

Plus my own two make it a full six-pack

Now we bring the ruckus to wannabe nuccas

Bodying suckas like I change up my chuckas

Don’t you know the W-a-r (war)

Is o-n (on) open to them heads scoping

Hoping they can get a bite, and write what I write

But they don’t know the night

Keeps me and my Clik air tight (right)

All you biters wanna chunk the script

But your quick to take a flick

By my side as you take my hand, giving the fake smile

But I peeped you for awhile

Ease off selector when the B.D.

pulled your file

Can I pull your card again, the Buck’s guardian

Is the Arm-a-Leg-Leg-Arm-a-Head

So begin to drop the bombs (Heltah Skeltah)

Booyah!

You ask for it, who want beef well here’s war

For this I packs twin automatic 4−4's

Kids this ain’t before don’t even speak about my fleet

Many pop junk but front when them see me

Them not ready

Headz Ain’t Ready for this Clik we got (them not ready)

Headz Ain’t Ready man I swear they not (nah)

Heady Ain’t Ready for the Clik we got (we really ready)

Headz Ain’t Ready man I swear they not (nah)

Headz Ain’t Ready.

for the Click we got

(They ain’t nowhere near ready)