War Ready - Rick Ross feat Jeezy

[Intro]
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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated

[Rick Ross]
War ready
You got shooters, I've got shooters
We've got money
Let's do what them other n_ggas can't do
Mastermind
N_gga got a thousand guns, n_gga
If money is power, n_gga, then I've got millions of power, n_gga
F_ck with me n_gga, huh?

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
17 I was chargin' n_ggas 17
Ridin' clean, youngest n_gga in the Medellin
Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane
Did some thangs for my n_ggas which I can't explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, b_tch I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, f_ck with my petty chains
F_ck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty n_gga
Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my life
War ready, p_ssy boy we all could die tonight
War ready, fast cash above the law
War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk

[Hook: Tracy T]
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

[Interlude: Young Jeezy]
A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real n_gga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.
I know a lot of n_ggas 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

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
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 mothaf_ckas think you can't drop 'em no more
All right, a n_gga put some change on your head
Damn right, f_ck around, clear my safe out
I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels
And you mothaf_ckin' right, this a safe house
Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that n_gga
Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that n_gga
What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?
Look I wouldn't give a f_ck if they were sharin' that n_gga
You mothaf_ckas out here always talkin'
'Bout what another mothaf_cka said
Yeah I got that FNH when that mothaf_cka finna hostin'
I ain't out here to mothaf_ckin' play
Why these f_ck n_ggas 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 motherf_cker timid or shy about somethin'
Tomorrow ain't promised, n_gga 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 n_gga on the run
Big sh_t poppin' in his pocket like a lighter
Sh_t bag leave a grown n_gga in a diaper
Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set
Let it go, yeah hold that b_tch steady
When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'
Yeah I hope you p_ssy n_ggas war ready

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier
N_gga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river
Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood n_gga
Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, n_gga?
Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, n_gga
I could die a thousand times, will never die a f_ck n_gga
Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62
Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to [?]
Heroin and quinine
Cut that b_tch 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 b_tch
Never came back, p_ssy boy, go die a b_tch

[Hook]

[Outro]
War ready
If you ain't ready to die about it
Don't even mention it to a n_gga like me, baby
I went from nothing, n_gga, to $60 million, n_gga
Walking around in my motherf_ckin' Belaire Rose [?]
Evander Holyfield's estate, n_gga
$25 million, n_gga
$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes
Another 5 in chandeliers
230 acres, n_gga
That's just one of the many properties, n_gga
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, n_gga
Whatcha money like, huh?
It's hard to go to war with $70 million, n_gga
Read the obituary, n_gga
Print that motherf_cker in [?], n_gga
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 motherf_cker

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