ฟังเพลงReady For War

Ready For War (准备战争) - Boyz N Da Hood

Ni**a get outta line

And we gon f**k em up

F**k wit one of mine

And we gon draw blood

Ni**a tryin to shine

And we gon show em up

Tryin to rep his side

And we gon throw em up

I'm ready when you ready

If yall ready well ni**a we ready

I'm ready if you ready

When yall ready ni**a we ready

A who I got a tag on my

Head they wanna kill me

A couple tones and

I kick dem niggas remember me

Dem niggas scared of me

They don't wanna see my crew

They talkin in code

He sayin what they finna do

I let dem killas loose

Try me I'mma finish you

F**k it won't you say it den

Mothaf**ka spray me den

Where da hell Zone 3

Damn there go Big Gee

Homegrown red dirt

Watch on head buss

Why home tried us

I had unside us

Find on da blind side

Half em tied up

Task folks tried us

Masked up 9 up

Masked up blast up

A** up partner

Give a ni**a a couple grand

Have ya a** a wonderland

Walkin with dat holy ghost

Bushin up da motha land

Ya already know my name

Hood they call me Big Gee

Wit panicles on bicycles

On binnacles on Zone 3

Ni**a get outta line

And we gon f**k em up

F**k wit one of mine

And we gon draw blood

Ni**a tryin to shine

And we gon show em up

Tryin to rep his side

And we gon throw em up

I'm ready when you ready

If yall ready well ni**a we ready

I'm ready if you ready

When yall ready ni**a we ready

I got a mean appetite

Call me Starvin Marvin

Cause I trap all night

At da Starvin Marvin

Chop neva scarred

Not by far ho

Da chopper spell my name

Out in yo Monte Carlo

Suggest you keep it cool

Keep it on da up and up

Get yo front on da scope

And yo chest gone open up

I leave ya shirt wet like Slip N' Slide

F**k wit real niggas like Mr Exit 65

5 4 3 2 1 ya had a fair one

And hommie

Look what you dun done

Now ya talking loud

While ya runnin to ya car

Before ya pop ya trunk

I'mma have to pull ya card

At the Amoco

Over there on Boulevard

Somebody call the cops cause

I'm finna catch a charge

You tried to play hard

It's concrete from Jump Street

Now you slumped on you front

Seats somewhere on Front Street

Ni**a get outta line

And we gon f**k em up

F**k wit one of mine