Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ready For War, artist - Drag-On. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Ready For War |
| Yo, yo I could keep my eyes closed, still reading the signs |
| Young niggas think they hungry then you feed em a nine |
| Might kidnap they ass start feedin em swine |
| So I don’t feel bad when I gut em like a pig |
| Beat him down, stomp him out, cut him like he big |
| You hear the attitude I say fuck being humble |
| You act like a animal you stuck in the jungle |
| Niggas don’t care if I’m poor or rich |
| So I don’t care about these niggas and the law and shit |
| And I’ll probably get shot for being a wild nigga |
| You’ll probably get shot for being a foul nigga |
| Let’s talk about slugs and the drugs we deal |
| Boys fight, men kill, get they money and chill |
| Real recognize real I ain’t sayin a word |
| Doin 80 in the M that means I’m stayin in third |
| With a bitch playin shottie AK in the third |
| Don’t worry bout what I make worry 'bout can you escape |
| Cuz when I bust my guns bring more action than roll take |
| Nickel your hallway, I got aim from far |
| Y’all can’t see me like the tints on the president’s car |
| I know niggas don’t like me and my friends wanna flip |
| That’s why I’m on some extra all about Sheek shit |
| Your money, Sheek shit, your bitch, Sheek shit |
| Only thing I’m gonna share is these bullets here |
| Bitch ass that’s for frontin now don’t say I never gave you nothin |
| I’m greedy, go head, don’t say I never saved you somethin |
| Pack gun nigga but don’t want no stack |
| I drink straight liquor til I forget where I’m at |
| I don’t play no games nigga, drugs my 'cupation |
| In a building hustlin that’s Sheek’s play station |
| Motherfuckers wanna ride by and ice grill |
| Change that to ice dick, show me motherfucker that you can kill |
| HOOK: Styles Paniro |
| 17 shots in a clip, 28 grams in an ounce |
| Everybody bounce, 26 inch hues on a truck |
| 36 O’s in a key, everybody ree |
| Murder One felons with the Glocks, 24 hours on the block |
| Bodies gettin dropped, 5000 niggas actin live |
| 5000 niggas gotta die, everybody better ride |
| Y’all niggas better find out who’s your man |
| It don’t work in the hood you could fool your fans |
| Few bullets in your jeans soon to ruin your plans |
| Then I show up at the wake and boo-hoo at your fam |
| If you like me you never’ll fail |
| Live by the three rules you make it, or be dead or in jail |
| And I ain’t really got much but I’m up on cats |
| And Kiss don’t just spit I throw up on tracks |
| Double R now bitch you see the princess cut |
| I’m in a 2000 big boy the tense is up |
| Y’all niggas is soft, catch me with the semi |
| Underneath the Fendi, sweater, skully, and scarf |
| Make sure you don’t say nothing to Jay |
| And keep your dirt, I don’t smoke nothin but hays |
| I’mma do this the old way get it while I can get it |
| As much as I can get then I’mma go my own way |
| Ayo I keep my guns like laundry |
| I dump a load, make niggas fold, watch em die, and let em drip dry |
| Gon spill pints from niggas, my rapid fire put niggas in black attire |
| Stuffed in the hearse, then dumped in the dirt |
| I live eternal, cuz if Drag pass away |
| I’mma come back with wraps on my face, blastin an eighth |
| February 8th, that’s the day |
| You better cop like it’s crack, or get masking taped til you suffocate |
| Bitches, y’all gettin your feelings hurt |
| 2000 I ain’t fuckin no more, I’m makin bitches jerk til I squirt |
| All my bitches work, like upside down from the poles |
| Lift that skirt, give this dick what it’s worth |
| Double R, see the icicles on the chest |
| Hungry niggas come snatchin, I throw bullets run catch em |
| Ruff Ryder scene Drag the fire |
| But we could take it swingin them irons til the bangs is flyin |
| HOOK 2X |