50Cent, Eminem, Dr Dre, Tupac - Ready for war video free download

Lyrics:

[50 Cent]

Now homie, I say I run it cause I'm in control

Hypnotiq, Hennessey, a couple shots of Patron

I have you feeling aight, I get you high as a kite

Party popping shawty says she coming with me tonight

I ain't shoulder leaning, I ain't snappin' and poppin'

Either I'm bobbin' my head or I'm just standin' there watchin'

I'm a hustler, I hustle; you can tell that I'm paid

And I protect what I got, I'm in the house with my blade

Nigga, you front, you gon' get it; OK, now maybe I said it

Cause I want you to trid-dip, yeah I be on that shitty

You should see when I'm stunting, I flash the stones to be wanting

Push the whip, see me rolling, you can tell that I'm holding

I'm just doing my thang, you know the Unit's the game

I got my grimy Shady with me; you front

You gonna have to get me off your ass

I pay the lawsuit and laugh

It's not a big deal, it's nothing but some cash.

[Eminem]

If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it

Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it

And spit it back in the faces of you racists

And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit

You Liberace's, Versace's, and you Nazis

Watch me, cause you figured you got me in this hot seat

You motherfuckers wanna judge me cause you're not me

You'll never stop me, I'm top speed as you pop me

I came to save these new generations of babies

From parents who failed to raise them cause they're lazy

To grow to praise me I'm makin' them go crazy

That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me

And you fugazi if you think I'mma admit wrong

I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm siced on

And this song is for any kid who gets picked on

A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called

This kind Annotateof music, use it, and you get amped to do shit

Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it

It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with

Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit

The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it

You just know, that's the new shit

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

And drastic movement of people actin' stupid, It's fight music

[Dr Dre]

Niggas is so gangsta, Niggas is thugs

Niggas'll spend their whole life peddling drugs

Slanging dope in hopes of one day being able

To own their own label and give the game up

Some niggas came up, some just didn't

That's just the way it is, if it ain't meant it, it just isn't

Some niggas'll get money and pay niggas to back em

So they can act up, feel comfortable, and rap tough

And that's as backwards, cause them niggas just gone keep coming back

And that's when extortion happens

You struggle to get free, I know how this shit be

You deal with anything to live legitimately

But you gone find if you do get in this industry

It's best to be business with me than against me

Niggas get behind mics and ain't even emcees

Niggas get on MTV just to diss me

This shit don't even piss me off

I'm laughing all the way to the bank

Watching the satellite from a Bentley

And you niggas don't even got a car

You're so far under my radar

I don't even know who the fuck you are

To tell you to suck my dick while I'm pissing

I don't even listen to your shit to know who the fuck I'm dissing

And media just feeds into these feuds

Trying to add fuel to the fire

This little nigga Ja Rule talking bout he's gonna slap me

Nigga please, you gotta jump and swing up to hit me in the knees

I laugh at these magazines when they interview him

All they doing is making fake threats to us through them

And pussy you're not Pac, I knew him

Pac was a real nigga, you're just a fucking insult to em

It's too bad we had to fallout before he passed

If he could see this shit now, he'd be whooping your ass

You're talking to a pioneer who engineered this shit for 19 years

Who you got in your air? I don't even gotta say it, the fans know

Quit trying to be tough, nigga, you look like an asshole

[2Pac]

Now I can make it happen

My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers

When they scrappin'

Blast and watch em' back up

Notorious biggie killer

Affiliation with death row

Niggas get their caps pealed back

Fool this the west coast

Bitch a misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies

Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these

Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded

Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'

Got a Mercedes for these tricks

That thought I quit

Then got a drop top jag for these bitches that's on my dick

Go to a club in a pack

I'm smokin' bud in the back

I wait for niggas to trip

Cause bitch I love to scrap

Now mama raised me as a thug nigga

With love niggas

I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer

I went from rocks to zines

Writing raps and movies

I went from trustin'' these tricks now they all want to sue me

So Fuck em' all !