Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ready4War, artist - Sheek Louch. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ready4War |
| All I got is my word and my balls |
| And ain’t break them for nobody! |
| I’ve always shot guns straight… started, |
| I got a shot gun, |
| Check! |
| I got a vest on my chest! |
| Check! |
| I got a million in the bank, |
| Check! |
| And now I’m ready for war, for war! |
| When I talk around the hood they say shit, not crap, |
| Fast cars like they come with parachutes in the back. |
| Fifty piece… |
| When I go back to… the best story I ever told. |
| … I hide you in the bushes… |
| My status will still, but the hood still remains, |
| Money got bigger, my boss is cocaine. |
| Pulling… try to stay up in my lane, |
| I just got off the plane… |
| If ain’t in the hood it means I’m… beyond… |
| I’ll still be in the front… in front of my store. |
| … tell them… be black to the death, yeah! |
| … murder, murder, murder, |
| And all the other shit you’ve never heard of! |
| All I got is my word and my balls |
| And ain’t break them for nobody! |
| I’ve always shot guns straight… started, |
| I got a shot gun, |
| Check! |
| I got a vest on my chest! |
| Check! |
| I got a million in the bank, |
| Check! |
| And now I’m ready for war, for war! |
| … fortune, guns and murder, |
| Cocaine use, my environment, |
| I rode with niggers that smell loose. |
| … but these bitches prefer… |
| … to the block to the old… called truce, |
| Raising my mouth like a giant with the blade, |
| Raising my head like a knife with a… |
| A lot of green on us like… |
| Down, down about to blow up a grenade. |
| A couple millimeters and they’ll be taxed. |
| You could tell the way I act, a nigger with the… |
| The way I thought that money… she won’t give me sex. |
| All I got is my word and my balls |
| And ain’t break them for nobody! |
| I’ve always shot guns straight… started, |
| I got a shot gun, |
| Check! |
| I got a vest on my chest! |
| Check! |
| I got a million in the bank, |
| Check! |
| And now I’m ready for war, for war! |
| Hey oh, tough… listen to the way the niggers rap, |
| They don’t know from the ass to the elbow |
| Now I’m next to… sell it like radio, |
| I’m now to put your brains on the floor,. |
| Orange mustang, green interior, looking like fall |
| A whole bunch of shooters, gone on my laptop, |
| All I got is my word and my balls |
| And ain’t break them for nobody! |
| I’ve always shot guns straight… started, |
| I got a shot gun, |
| Check! |
| I got a vest on my chest! |
| Check! |
| I got a million in the bank, |
| Check! |
| And now I’m ready for war, for war! |