War Ready (feat. Jeezy)

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 Fuck with me nigga, huh? 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, bitch I'm Dana Dane Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains Fuck 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 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 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 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 mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more All right, a nigga put some change on your head Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels And you mothafuckin' 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 fuck if they were sharin' that nigga You mothafuckas out here always talkin' 'Bout what another mothafucka said Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin' I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play Why these fuck 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 motherfucker 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 shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin' Yeah I hope you pussy 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 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 Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river 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 fuck nigga Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62 Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ... Heroin and quinine Cut that bitch 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 bitch Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch 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 War ready If you ain't ready to die about it Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ... Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga $25 million, nigga $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes Another 5 in chandeliers 230 acres, nigga That's just one of the many properties, nigga War ready And I'm down to die 'bout that We gon' ride 'bout that So you know we ready to slide 'bout that Cut that check, nigga Whatcha money like, huh? It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga Read the obituary, nigga Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga 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 motherfucker