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War Ready

Rick Ross, Jeezy1 Jan 2014

War Ready Lyrics

 

War Ready - Rick Ross/Jeezy

Written by:Jay Jenkins

War ready

 

You got shooters I've got shooters

 

We got money

 

Let's do what them other niggas can't do though

 

Mastermind uh

 

Uh ni**a got a thousand guns ni**a

 

And if money is power ni**a I got millions of power ni**a

 

F**k with me ni**a huh

 

17 I was chargin' niggas 17

 

Ridin' clean youngest ni**a in the Medellín

 

Bomber green in that thang in the middle lane

 

Did some things for my niggas which I can't explain

 

Versace slippers 20 chains b**ch I'm Dana Dane

 

Put a patch over your eye f**k with my petty change

 

F**k what you heard for that bird I'm a dirty ni**a

 

Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah

 

War ready the game just wanna take my life

 

War ready p**sy boy we all could die tonight

 

War ready fast cash above the law

 

War ready gas mask when them choppers talk

Killas on front line when you're war ready

 

Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready

 

Just another mama cryin' 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 cryin' cause we're war ready

 

Just another homicide when you're war ready

War war war

A coward dies a thousand deaths a real ni**a dies but one

 

21 guns salute out of the top of your drop top coupe

I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this

Yeah I wish shake could see this

I'll never fall for what I stand for

This year Fernando

We could live today blood and die tonight cous'

Box chevy hit the block run the whole 50 shots

You just poppin' till you know you can't pop them no more

We done came through the block and sold many color drops

And these motherf**kers think you can't drop them no more

War ready ni**a put some change on your head

Damn right f**k around clear my safe out

I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels

And you motherf**king right this a safe house

Give me the k and a shovel I'll bury that ni**a

Be his pallbearer so I can carry that ni**a

What you gonna hit him with the glock or the chop

Look I wouldn't give a f**k if they were sharin' that ni**a

You motherf**kers out always talkin'

About what another motherf**ker said

Yeah I got that fnh when that motherf**ker finna hostin'

I ain't out here to motherf**king play

Why these f**k niggas always cryin' about somethin'

Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dying about something

Try to let that rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve

Like that motherf**ker timid or shy about somethin'

Tomorrow ain't promised ni**a roll up that w**d

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 ni**a on the run

Big sh*t poppin' in his pocket like a lighter

Sh*t bag leave a grown ni**a in a diaper

Hangin' out the rolls on your mark get set

Let it go yeah hold that b**ch steady

When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'

Yeah I hope you p**sy niggas war ready

Killas on front line when you're war ready

 

Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready

 

Just another mama cryin' when you're war ready

 

Just another homicide cause we war ready

War war war

Follow in my footstep I was born to die a soldier

Ni**a couldn't walk a mile found him naked and rollin'

Shout out to the vice lords shout out to my blood ni**a

Shout out to them Gd's where that crip love ni**a

Shout out to them dopeboys owe it to the plug ni**a

I could die a thousand times will never die a f**k ni**a

Shout out to my city too my clip hold a 62

Ridin' down on 63 rest in peace to fluty coupe

Heroin and quinine

Cut that b**ch a thousand times

Phone call said he need a brick

I text him back come stand in line

 

You went out of town so I had to wack your b**ch

 

Never came back p**sy boy go die a b**ch

Killas on front line when you're war ready

 

Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready

 

Just another mama cryin' 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 cryin' cause we're war ready

 

Just another homicide when you're war ready

War war war

 

That's just one of the many properties ni**a

 

War ready

 

And I'm down to die about that

 

We gon' ride about that

 

So you know we ready to slide about that

 

Cut that check ni**a

 

What you are money like huh

 

It's hard to go to war with 70 million ni**a

 

Read the obituary ni**a

 

Print that motherf**ker in Italian ni**a

 

What's a Hassa

 

What's a Hassa

 

That's you haha

 

I'm not gonna kill you though haha

 

I'm not gonna kill you though haha

 

Hey black kill this motherf**ker

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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