(feat. Autumn Rue)

[Intro: U-God]

I'm tellin' you, tellin' you, tellin' you
Ain't ready, Mark, Mark, they ain't ready, man
They ain't ready, they ain't ready, they ain't ready for me

They ain't ready for me, they ain't ready for me right now, ^!$$%
I'm here... {*laugh*} When you thought it was safe
Ahh... ooh... give it to me, give it to me

Uh... yeah... now give it to me, give it to me
Pump... now bump bump... now bump..
Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, now bump


[Chorus: Autumn Rue (U-God) {both}]
Baby, when you put it on me (on me)

Do you thing relentlessly ('lessly)
Don't you wanna scream my name? {over, over} again
I just wanna scream your name (your name)

Give you lovin' that's insane {insane}
Baby, won't you make me scream {over, over} again


[U-God]
Yo, yo, yo... now your's truly, same ol' g
Ya'll gon' see, you can't hold me

Feel my energy, my soul so free
For a half a century, I've been low key
Who is he? They call him, U-G-O-D

Real grizzly, busy as a bee
Feel it in the air, over the sea
Don't be mad cuz your ho chose me

Hazel eyes, no goatee, hold heat, rock you to sleep
Known in the streets for my platinum teeth
Cuz when I pop something, I go in deep, no bump


[Chorus]


[U-God]
Now that's right, ^!$$%, I got those skills
Nerves of steel, sex appeal

Hand skills, like windmills
Mind bender, every time I send chills
Dressed to kill, throw 'em in the trance

Make 'em dance like ants in they pants
Check out my, battle stance, comin' down
Avalanche, war's closing and you got no chance

Hard, rock, abs, move like a snake
All that $$#, make the waterbed break
Skin like a god and for heaven's sake

Why you wanna make a ^!$$% scream your name? Spark..

[Autumn Rue]

^!$$%z try to say what I want
What's the deal, let's keep this blunt
We only try'nna have some fun

How can, I get you home?
I searched, you're not the typical kind of guy
Your moves they, definetly caught my eye

I like the way you take the beat slow
After the party is on


[Chorus x2]

[Outro: U-God]

Yeah, yeah, yeah
From the Slums of Shaolin
Hillside Scramblers, we out the garbage, ^!$$%z

What? Huh? You ain't think I was gon' come back, huh?
Did ya? It's U-G-O-D-Zilla
That's right, that's right, Hillside Scramblers

The gram handlers is back, yo Mark, yo Mark
Yo, spark that track, baby!