[BCC:] Buckshot. Smif-N-Wessun (Tek and Steele). The Fab 5 (Originoo Gun Clappaz and Heltah Skeltah). [FB5:] Originoo Gun Clappaz (Louisville Strang Top Dawg). Heltah Skeltah (Ruck and Rock). [Intro/chorus:]. Headz Aint Ready for this Clik we got. Headz Aint Ready man I swear they not. [Louisville]. Now a days I had it up to here from my chest to my head. when the buddha bless bless my head and the eyes are red. Comin 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. [Starang]. Headz Aint Ready got the Original Gunz and machetes. I Pen-dat ass to de-grass like I was Teddy. cause brothas aint ready for the fros and the dreads. grab the glock and hitcha from ya toes to ya head. [Top Dawg]. 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 brothas be askin. why the Originoo Gunn Clappaz keep on clappin. [Ruck]. Headz Aint 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 deez from now til noon. Now assume - position punks pissin dey pants. cuz lyrical skillz is makin you feel.... [Rock]. 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 gothcha bucks (Who the warriors?). Rock and Ruck and what?. [Chorus x2]. [Tek + Steele]. 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. [Buckshot]. 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 gotta sack of the black for the shows. Clothes ain't really nuthin to me. but I stay wit my Timberland tree and my B-double-O-T-C. Rock the party keep my hair notty. Did you notice me flowin with potency. Buckshot b-d-b-d and the Evil Dee we rock fluently. [Chorus x2]. [Ruck]. 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 kickin my flavor. Even my neighbours. notice a change in the Ruck-est behaviour. [Tek]. Now you roaches don't even come close or approach this. What I be smokin leave your monkey ass chokin. Straight from yardie like the one Robert Marley. You hardly ever saaw me witout a bag of that bomb weed. I wake up in the mornin and chocolate's what starts it. Reachin in my pocket for the roach to spark it. [Top Dawg]. 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. [Steele]. Here's Misdemeanor the crook wit the mouth full. known for bein live and rockin those flava Timbos. Half pass Lincoln clothes dead and stinkin. Country bwoy got me just zonin and thinkin. Time to start stackin on you crab ass snakes. Gotta move right cause my rep's at stake. Call up my dawgs thats quick to bust. P.N.C. take it back to the dust. Now I got fo' eyes to watch my back. plus my own two make it a full six-pack. Now we bring the ruckas to wannabee knuckas. Bodyin suckas like I change up my chuckas. [Buckshot]. Don't you know the W-a-r (war). is o-n (on) open to them headz scopin. Hopin 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 givin the fake smile. but I peeped you for awhile. ease off selecta 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!. [Rock]. You ask for it who want beef well here's war. For this I packs twin automatic 4-4's. Kids this aint before don't even speak about my fleet. Many pop junk but front when MC's meet. Dem not ready. [Outro:]. Headz Aint Ready for this Clik we got (dem not ready). Headz Aint Ready man I swear they not (naw). Heady Aint Ready for the Clik we got (we really ready). Headz Aint Ready man I swear they not (naw). Headz Aint Ready.. for the Click we got. (They ain't nowhere near ready). [ad libbing to fade]