Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ready For War, artist - Young Jeezy. Album song Road Trip Volume 6: Long Road South, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: GBR, Starz
Song language: English
Ready For War |
Sentence should now-now be pronounced |
I’ll ask that you stand for sentence, please |
Mr. *** it is the sentence of the court that your |
Custody be committed to the department of |
Corrections for confinement of the *** state prisons |
Without possibility of parole for the remainder of your life |
You may be seated |
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 change |
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 cryin' 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 cryin' 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 Shake could see this |
I’ll never fall for what I stand for |
This here for Nando |
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 |
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 |