Ready for War

You ready? A'ight, let's get it Ready for war, militant-minded, I'm a young soldier If you don't feel it in the air, you need to come closer I got dreams of being better than a young H.O.V.A But where I'm from, even ya family give you cold shoulders They put your dreams in the back seat Until somebody open the door and notice you nah family They need to cool it with that fake love I was raised by real killers and drug dealers not fake thugs I ain't political but mama acting lyrical We could be shoulder to shoulder, but I ain't feeling you We could be face to face, but I ain't hearing you I'm hitting point-blank range, so I ain't missing you And I done seen a lot of lame shit Like two niggas getting killed over the same bitch, yeah And everybody screaming same thang From my hood, to your hood, we screamin' gang-gang, yeah I'm waiting for you to change on me Like everybody in my past you ain't the same homie Niggas started acting different when I put them chains on me Got a lil' money and them bitches and that fame homie Now I'm walking around paranoid clutching heavy 'Cause if he acting flakey, getting buried I'm from the city, I ain't no bitch and I ain't scary It's kinda odd when you ain't got yo' parents ain't no fairy's Ready for war, kick the down door shoot Put your mask on, lace up your boots Fuck the other side, 'cause they know we the truth And bitch we run the whole city, you can see the proof And we done lost some brothers on this road That's why my brother walking around with a dirty pole, whoa And I can't tell him shit, that's just how the way we was raised Fuck bitches get money, we straight Who you gon' run to when the sun goes down? Dead bodies, mama, crying don't come around Pay attention, nigga, step it up And if your friend envy you, that boy might set you up Hey, like a pool they might wet you up Yeah, fuck nigga what you flexing for And you better keep your head on the swivel Yea, 'cause they might just try to kill you Ready for war, militant-minded, I'm a young soldier If you don't feel it in the air, you need to come closer I got dreams of being better than a young H.O.V.A But where I'm from, even ya family give you cold shoulders They put your dreams in the back seat Until somebody open the door and notice you na family They need to cool it with that fake love I was raised by real killers and drug dealers not fake thugs I ain't political but mama acting lyrical We could be shoulder to shoulder, but I ain't feeling you We could be face to face, but I ain't hearing you I'm hitting point-blank range, so I ain't missing you And I done seen a lot of lame shit Like two niggas getting killed over the same bitch, yeah And everybody screaming same thang From my hood, to your hood, we screamin' gang-gang, yeah 30 clip, drop his whip, whoa And ain't no cheats, got a lotta of bullets lets reload We treat the 'jects like the stores we ain't never closed Before a football I seen weed, base, and blow And I'm going to war for all my brothers, that's some real shit And if you wasn't in them trenches, you won't feel this Just treat his head like a tool and hit the kill switch You could give a nigga everything and he'll still switch Major smoke with this nigga I went to school with Can't let 'em kill me 'cause my momma ain't have two kids Go to busting at his top like he got two lids Catch a body, don't show my teeth like I'm toothless Ice Cube, Eazy-E, we some ruthless These ain't not Nike's on my feet, so you can't do this And I won't change up on my brothers that's a no, no And I still got that M1-6 by the front door (Yeah) yo, yo, yo Yeah, ready for war run down shoot He catch ya mans, you know just what to do