This is a song about "Ready or not"

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

You better be ready to face me, cause it's do or die

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Or maybe we just not to be

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Got to the end of the tunnel

Ready to rumble, shout not mumble,

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

No i'm not going slow yes i'm ready to go! there is no i don't know or even

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Youre not ready,still casting your bullets