Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ready 4 War, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Date of issue: 04.08.1997
Song language: English
Ready 4 War |
| Ridin with death |
| We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals |
| My nigga now Majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum |
| My nigga now Majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum |
| You niggas better expect retaliation feel the playa hation |
| Yeah you the next to get dropped I don’t hide the Glock |
| Real niggas don’t stop pop pop |
| Put him in the mud nigga and your body rott |
| Top closing down on your caskets |
| Wanna make these bastards think we got mercy |
| Putting in work since a nigga thirteen |
| Sending niggas like yourself off in a hearse |
| See I won’t hesitate to kill you wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs |
| Fucking with my thugs and I’m needing my love nigga what |
| Bone niggas fin to do a little damage |
| Take over the planet with my daily tortures |
| Of course it’s the nigga that’s takin no shorts |
| Smokin on the newports your ghetto resource |
| And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch |
| And hit you with levels beyond your control |
| My momma never raised no punks and hoes |
| Just real niggas comin up snatchin souls for dough |
| I know y’all motherfuckers out there somewhere ain’t nowhere to hide |
| Makin motherfuckers feel the vibe for life |
| In the midst of the twist I’ll be down to ride |
| We’re ready for war |
| Ridin with death |
| We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals |
| We’re ready for war |
| Ridin with death |
| We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals |
| I’mma relent and furiated that you hated and pap pap can’t fade it |
| We stay heavily sedated comin now back up my buck get shaken |
| Deeply dreaming about this demon my daddy told me it was comin |
| Trapped in the form of a bad omen it’s wicked it was written I’ll be |
| Runnin while turnin around and blastin back to buck 'em fuck 'em |
| Them fools come back like I’m ready for war is that all you got |
| Heard the mack was talkin this and that bout some of my incidents |
| Said I smoke and snatchin purses you heard this lil EZ told me |
| Bitch clonin little EZ’s niggas so fuck you you weren’t original |
| Mano a mano ain’t no subliminal Hey |
| When I regime in fatigues we ready to bleed even when they sleepin |
| Catch me caught me must have seen |
| And they’re gonna get your ass next weekend |
| We’re ready for war |
| Ridin with death |
| We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals |
| We’re ready for war |
| Ridin with death |
| We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals |
| We’re ready for war |
| Ridin with death |
| We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals |
| My mental seduction run your whole sound suction abduction of lyrics |
| Is the loss of life love and spirits |
| Capital offense for generics lost in the prison |
| Lieutenants overseeing the barracks checkin in |
| Mark ass copy cat incoherance is crucial |
| Smokin hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips |
| I watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom |
| When you’re fate rotten, bitch, when I spot 'em I’mma drop 'em |
| Surrounded by violence my nigga I’m bound to just live a lifetime |
| And this shrink wanna get inmy head cause I’m amongst the walking dead |
| All I really said if you niggas don’t fled you gone bleed bloody red |
| Nigga shoot the spot and got ghosts fuckin with the mastermind of all time |
| Letting niggas know we off in our prime |
| It’ll be that way to ninety-ninety-nine |
| Criminal-minded niggas been blinded |
| Looking for a style like Bone but can’t see me |
| Just like mike everybody wanna be me |
| Study every movie nigga makin on tv |
| Easy does it do it easy what it is number one better check the score |
| Here we go nigga don’t wanna fight no more |
| But I’m ready for you hoes and that’s for sure |
| When the ghetto needs me I’ll be grippin to the scripture picture |
| Little Ripsta can I get critical |
| And I’m seldom seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies |
| Zero one of my heroes Jesus blessed me to be lethal |
| With my automatic let you have it you don’t wanna see any evil |
| Motherfuckers I’ll take it to the people |
| Then I will meet you at the funeral |
| Get 'em up Bizzy Mafiaso no witness is the usual |
| Further mo murder mo ready with guns I’ll serve you hoes |
| When they call niggas hit the road |
| And when they get killed I’mma get your soul |
| You thinkin I’m slippin with niggas that itchin to rob me |
| Yes they want to give me bloody body |
| By pumping a couple of slugs inside me |
| But I’ll be damned we won if it comes to guns and I’m |
| Stacking them thangs so you gets none statics automatic fun |
| Want some come come come execution redrum rum |
| See what you see in my eyes murder murder death defied |
| Burnt alive fried when they die |
| No one was able to find them cause they’re bodies went up in a fire |
| Fuck they family try to creep |
| But you think I’m asleep cause I’m pumpin beats |
| Nigga better believe we keep much heat up under my seat yeah |
| Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute |
| You already suckas I bet that you bent it we sent it |
| We’ll atest for the murder we should we dealt it |
| You thought you was flippin but got K. O'd |
| Ring-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there |
| The undisputed thugs in harmony proved it |
| Kicked a couple of niggas asses |
| Gotta take off and stay still blastin |
| Locked in the state penatentiary but dog that ain’t shit |
| Better make your money baby and pick up a couple of guns on the side |
| So when you ride and you get high don’t let them haters run up your side |