Ghost, Seagull,
real niggas load up ,
throw your fucking hoodies on,
it's going down
Nah, you can't hang, nah,
you can't bang,
you better get your dang
If you see me on the road,
better switch your lane
If you see me on the strip,
bitch, get your thang
Fucked that before rap,
had to flip cocaine
Knockin' EPMD, nigga,
it's your thang
Had the fisherman hat,
with the 40 bottle twist and the cap
Outside all night, pitchin' a crack
But now things are a little bit different
I can start the car
without the kid in the ignition
Now I be Vivo sippin'
Niggas strapped to the max
And the bluff's back, bitch,
when I go road trippin'
You ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me, man
What? You ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me
Yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me
Yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me
The bully harder than them bars
in a lifeless house
And you don't know you see the ghost
when the lights go out
I kill your ass while you daydream, nigga
I put your big man to sleep and let him fly
Like the A -Team, nigga
You niggas putz Pips
startin' to get hard
Man, we always strapped
Catch shit when you runnin' the bitch raw
I go off when the shit's on
I usually turn it up when the gold in
Everything you know now
You know it's the ghost
And the bully in this bitch
Two hawks up
You know I got the fully in this bitch
In the best shape of my life
I know I can roof, niggas
I'll send him back down, Zeke,
I know you're the truth, n***a
You ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me, me
What? You ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me, yeah
What? You ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me, yeah
What? You ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me
Ghost of Seagull,
P -89 and the Eagle
Get stretched whether skinny or diesel
Heart is too wild,
so it's gon' be plenty of evil
So run and tell all of the people
Yeah, what? Gun, check
Rope, check
Hit the club, rob shit, doing coke, check
Just for the fuck of the nigga
I like the 4 -door bitch
Heard you bust with a nigga
Like the blow -up pound of weed
Heard you buffing a nigga
Let anybody front and we
touch of the nigga
Yeah, what? I get berserk when
I'm high on thirst
You fuck around like you don't want
your kidneys to work
I get the family, the doggy,
the kitty get murked
Man, what you know about
putting in work?
Yeah, what?
And you know you ain't ready for me
Got a young boy to turn your shit
to spaghetti for me
You ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me
Yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me
Yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me
Yeah, what?
You ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me,
you ain't ready for me
Beanie Sigel 
