Lyrics:
Be Prepared Piano

Well, we're the freaks of the industry My man, Money B, oh, my mellow, Shock G The freaks of the industry And when you see us back stage, be prepared

[Young Chris talking] Where that pian sat at (uh) Young Gannas (chea) What up niggas; Niggas got till January to get they shit together; You hear that

those pages bright and fair Is my name written in the book of life If you want to be up there then down here you must prepare And your name must be in

a link with your tradition Gotta learn to trust your intuition While you re-establish your position So that you can be on exhibit So that your work can be on exhibition Be

full of yes! The name on everybody's lips Is gonna be Roxie The lady rakin' in the chips Is gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody

a juicy part STEVE Nineteen fifty will be my start RICHARD T No more carrying spears MARY I'll be discovered my life won't ever be the same Billy

out You better not cry You better not pout I'm tellin' you why Santa Claus is comin' to town...to town -- Over there Santa Claus is comin' so be prepared

of my travels Across the golden east I see your preparations Invite me first to feast Take me I'm yours Because dreams are made of this Forever there'll be

your tradition Gotta learn to trust your intuition While you re-establish your position So that you can be on exhibit... So that your work can be on exhibition! Be