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Rick Ross Ft Jeezy -- War Ready (Lyrics)

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[Intro]

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?

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

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

[Hook: Tracy T]

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

[Interlude: Young Jeezy]

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

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]

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 F&H when that mothafucka [?] 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 [?] get to wrestlin' and them drums get to bussin'

Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready

[Hook: Tracy T]

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

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier

Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the [?]

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

[?] said he need a brick

I text him back,