Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song War Ready, artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
War Ready |
| 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? |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 FNH when that mothafucka finna 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 that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin' |
| Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready |
| Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier |
| Nigga couldn’t walk a mile, found him naked in the river |
| 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 |
| Phone call said he need a brick |
| I text him back, «Come stand in line» |
| You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch |
| Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch |
| War ready |
| If you ain’t ready to die about it |
| Don’t even mention it to a nigga like me, baby |
| I went from nothing, nigga, to $ 60 million, nigga |
| Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé |
| Evander Holyfield’s estate, nigga |
| $ 25 million, nigga |
| $ 6 million in marble, $ 2 million in drapes |
| Another 5 in chandeliers |
| 230 acres, nigga |
| That’s just one of the many properties, nigga |
| War ready |
| And I’m down to die 'bout that |
| We gon' ride 'bout that |
| So you know we ready to slide 'bout that |
| Cut that check, nigga |
| Whatcha money like, huh? |
| It’s hard to go to war with $ 70 million, nigga |
| Read the obituary, nigga |
| Print that motherfucker in, nigga |
| What’s a hassa? |
| What’s a hassa? |
| That’s you, haha |
| I’m not gonna kill you, though, haha |
| I’m not gonna kill you, though, haha |
| Hey Black, kill this motherfucker |