War Ready (feat. Jeezy)

Sentence should now be pronounced

I ask that you stand for sentence, please

Mister ****, it is the sentence of the court

That your custody be committed to the Department of Corrections

For confinement in the **** State Prisons

Without possibility of parole

For the remainder of your life

You may be seated

War ready

You got shooters, I got shooters

We got money

Let's do what them other **** can't do, though

Mastermind, uh, uh

**** got a thousand guns, ****

And if money is power, ****, I got millions of power, ****

Huh

Fuck with me, ****, huh?

Seventeen, I was chargin' **** 17

Ridin' clean, youngest **** in the Medellín

Bomber green in that thing, in the middle lane

Did some things for my **** which I can't explain

Versace slippers, twenty chains, bitch, I'm dang to dang

Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change

Fuck what you heard, for that bird, I'ma dirty ****

Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with ya

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

On the front line when ya war ready, huh

Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when ya war ready, huh

Just another mama cryin' when ya war ready, huh

Just another homicide 'cause we war ready, huh

Killers on the front line when ya war ready, huh

Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when ya war ready, huh

Just another mama cryin' when ya war ready, huh

Just another homicide when ya war ready, whoa, whoa, whoa

A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real **** die but one

Twenty-one gun salute out the top of your drop-top coupe

I know a lot of **** gon' hate to see this

Yeah, I wish they 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 fifty shots

You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop it no more

We done came through the block with so many colors drops

And these motherfuckers think you can't drop it no more

War ready, ****, put some chains on your head

Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out

I got a few digi' scales and a couple Denzels

And you motherfuckin' right, this a safe house

Give me the K and a Chevy, I'll bury that ****

Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that ****

What you gonna hit 'em with, the Glock or the chop'?

Look, I wouldn't give a fuck if they was sharin' that ****

You motherfuckers out here always talkin' 'bout what another motherfucker said

Yeah, I got the FNH with that muthafuckin' Fendi holster

And I ain't out here muthafuckin' playin'

Look, why these fuck **** always cryin' 'bout somethin'?

Either you live it like a ho or you die about something

Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' up my sleeve

Like motherfucker timid or he's shy 'bout somethin'

Tomorrow ain't promised, ****, roll up that weed

Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead

So you could 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 die by the gun

Missed his court date, now my **** on the run

Big shit poppin' and it sparkin' like a lighter

Shit bag, leave a grown **** in a diaper

Hangin' out the Rolls, on your marks, get set

Let it go, better hold that bitch steady

When that Ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bustin'

Yeah, I hope you pussy **** war ready

Killers on the front line when ya war ready, huh

Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when yawar ready, huh

Just another mama cryin' when ya war ready, huh

Just another homicide 'cause we war ready, huh

Follow in my footsteps, I was born to die a soldier

**** couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in his Rover

Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my blood, ****

Shout out to them G-D's, where that Crip love, ****?

Shout out to them dope boys, owe it to the plug, ****

I could die a thousand times, would never die a fuck ****

Shout out to my city, too, my clip holder sixty-two

Ridin' down on 61st, rest in peace to Flooney Coop

Heroin and quinine, cut that bitch a thousand times

Wokah said he need a brick, I text him back, "Come stand in line"

You went out of town, so I had to whack your bitch

Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch

Killers on the front line when ya war ready, huh

Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when ya war ready, huh

Just another mama cryin' when ya war ready, huh

Just another homicide 'cause we war ready, huh

Killers on the front line when ya war ready, huh

Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when ya war ready, huh

Just another mama cryin' when ya war ready, huh

Just another homicide 'cause we war ready, whoa, whoa, whoa

That's just one of the many properties, ****

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, ****

What your money like? Huh?

It's hard to go to war with seventy million, ****, huh?

Read the obituary, ****

Print that motherfucker in Italian, huh

What's a haza?

What's a haza?

That's you

I'm not gon' kill you, though

I'm not gon' kill you, though

Hey, Black, kill this motherfucker