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War Ready Lyrics - Rick Ross ft. Young Jeezy & Tracy T
[Intro]
Sentence should now-now be pronounced I'll ask that you stand for sentence, please Mr. *** it is the sentence of the court that your custody be committed to the department of corrections for confinement of the *** state prisons without passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated
War ready
You got shooters
I've got shooters
We've got money
Let's do what them other niggas can't do
Mastermind
Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga
If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga
F*ck with me nigga, huh?
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
17 I was chargin' niggas 17
Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín
Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane
Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, b!tch I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, f*ck with my petty chains
F*ck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my life
War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight
War ready, fast cash above the law
War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk
[Hook: Tracy T]
Killas on front line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama crying when you're war ready
Just another homicide cause we war ready
Killas on the front line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama crying cause we're war ready
Just another homicide when you're war ready
War, war, war
[Interlude: Young Jeezy]
A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe. I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for. This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots
You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more
We done came through the block and sold many color drops
And these m0thaf*ckas think you can't drop 'em no more
All right, a nigga put some change on your head
D4mn right, f*ck around, clear my safe out
I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels
And you m0thaf*ckin' right, this a safe house
Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga
Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga
What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?
Look I wouldn't give a f*ck if they were sharin' that nigga
You m0thaf*ckas out here always talkin'
'Bout what another mothaf*cka said
Yeah I got that F&H when that mothaf*cka [?] hostin'
I ain't out here to mothaf*ckin' play
Why these f*ck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'
Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve
Like that m0therf*cker timid or shy about somethin'
Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed
Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead
Start your own alphabet with all them G's
Open up a hundred doors with all them keys
Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run
Big sh!t poppin' in his pocket like a lighter
Sh!t bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper
Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set
Let it go, yeah hold that b!tch steady
When [?] get to wrestlin' and them drums get to bussin'
Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready
[Hook: Tracy T]
Killas on front line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama crying when you're war ready
Just another homicide cause we war ready
Killas on the front line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama crying cause we're war ready
Just another homicide when you're war ready
War, war, war
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier
Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the [?]
Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga
Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?
Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga
I could die a thousand times, will never die a f*ck nigga
Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62
Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to [?]
Heroin and quinine
Cut that b!tch a thousand times
[?] said he need a brick
I text him back,
