| Sentence should now-now be pronounced
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| I’ll ask that you stand for sentence, please
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| Mr. *** it is the sentence of the court that your
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| Custody be committed to the department of
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| Corrections for confinement of the *** state prisons
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| Without possibility of parole for the remainder of your life
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| You may be seated
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| War ready
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| You got shooters, I’ve got shooters
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| We’ve got money
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| Let’s do what them other niggas can’t do
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| Mastermind
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| Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga
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| If money is power, nigga, then I’ve got millions of power, nigga
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| Fuck with me nigga, huh?
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| 17 I was chargin' niggas 17
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| Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín
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| Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane
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| Did some thangs for my niggas which I can’t explain
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| Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I’m Dana Dane
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| Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
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| Fuck what you heard, for that bird I’m a dirty nigga
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| Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah
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| War ready, the game just wanna take my life
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| War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight
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| War ready, fast cash above the law
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| War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk
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| Killas on front line when you’re war ready
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| Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you’re war ready
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| Just another mama cryin' when you’re war ready
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| Just another homicide cause we war ready
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| Killas on the front line when you’re war ready
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| Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you’re war ready
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| Just another mama cryin' cause we’re war ready
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| Just another homicide when you’re war ready
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| War, war, war
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| A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
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| 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
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| I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this
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| Yeah I wish Shake could see this
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| I’ll never fall for what I stand for
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| This here for Nando
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| We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz
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| Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots
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| You just poppin' 'til you know you can’t pop 'em no more
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| We done came through the block and sold many color drops
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| And these mothafuckas think you can’t drop 'em no more
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| All right, a nigga put some change on your head
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| Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out
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| I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels
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| And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house
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| Give me the K and a shovel, I’ll bury that nigga
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| Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga
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| What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?
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| Look I wouldn’t give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga
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| You mothafuckas out here always talkin'
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| 'Bout what another mothafucka said
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| Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'
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| I ain’t out here to mothafuckin' play
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| Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
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| Either you’re livin' like a ho or you’re dyin' 'bout somethin'
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| Try to let that Rollie breathe but it’s hidin' in my sleeve
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| Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'
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| Tomorrow ain’t promised, nigga roll up that weed
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| Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead
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| Start your own alphabet with all them G’s
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| Open up a hundred doors with all them keys
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| Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
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| Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run
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| Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter
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| Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper
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| Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set
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| Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady
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| When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'
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| Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready
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| Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier
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| Nigga couldn’t walk a mile, found him naked in the river
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| Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga
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| Shout out to them GD’s, where that Crip love, nigga?
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| Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga
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| I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga
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| Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62
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| Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to
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| Heroin and quinine
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| Cut that bitch a thousand times
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| Phone call said he need a brick
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| I text him back, «Come stand in line»
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| You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch
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| Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch
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| War ready
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| If you ain’t ready to die about it
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| Don’t even mention it to a nigga like me, baby
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| I went from nothing, nigga, to $ 60 million, nigga
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| Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé
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| Evander Holyfield’s estate, nigga
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| $ 25 million, nigga
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| $ 6 million in marble, $ 2 million in drapes
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| Another 5 in chandeliers
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| 230 acres, nigga
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| That’s just one of the many properties, nigga
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| War ready
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| And I’m down to die 'bout that
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| We gon' ride 'bout that
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| So you know we ready to slide 'bout that
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| Cut that check, nigga
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| Whatcha money like, huh?
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| It’s hard to go to war with $ 70 million, nigga
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| Read the obituary, nigga
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| What’s a hassa?
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| What’s a hassa?
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| That’s you, haha
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| I’m not gonna kill you, though, haha
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| I’m not gonna kill you, though, haha
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| Hey Black, kill this motherfucker |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ready For War , by - Young Jeezy. Song from the album Road Trip Volume 6: Long Road South, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп