Rick Ross - War Ready Lyrics
[Pre-Intro: Skit]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[Intro: Rick Ross]War readyYou got shooters, I’ve got shootersWe’ve got moneyLet’s do what them other niggas can’t doMastermindNigga got a thousand guns, niggaIf money is power, nigga, then I’ve got millions of power, nigga***** with me nigga, huh?[Verse 1: Rick Ross]17 I was chargin' niggas 17Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the MedellÃnBomber green, in that thang, in the middle laneDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explainVersace slippers, 20 chains, ***** I'm Dana DanePut a patch over your eye, ***** with my petty change***** what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty niggaLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yahWar ready, the game just wanna take my lifeWar ready, ***** boy we all could die tonightWar ready, fast cash above the lawWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk[Hook: Tracy T]Killas on front line when you're war readyChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war readyJust another mama cryin' when you're war readyJust another homicide cause we war readyKillas on the front line when you're war readyChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war readyJust another mama cryin' cause we're war readyJust another homicide when you're war readyWar, war, war[Interlude: Young Jeezy]A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupeI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see thisYeah I wish Shake could see thisI'll never fall for what I stand forThis here for NandoWe could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shotsYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no moreWe done came through the block and sold many color dropsAnd these motha*****as think you can't drop 'em no moreAll right, a nigga put some change on your headDamn right, ***** around, clear my safe outI got a few digi scales and a couple DenzelsAnd you motha*****in' right, this a safe houseGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that niggaBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that niggaWhat you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?Look I wouldn't give a ***** if they were sharin' that niggaYou motha*****as out here always talkin''Bout what another motha*****a saidYeah I got that FNH when that motha*****a finna hostin'I ain't out here to motha*****in' playWhy these ***** 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 sleeveLike that mother*****er timid or shy about somethin'Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weedGotta stay strapped to live the life I leadStart your own alphabet with all them G'sOpen up a hundred doors with all them keysYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gunMissed his court date, now my nigga on the runBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighterShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaperHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get setLet it go, yeah hold that ***** steadyWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'Yeah I hope you ***** niggas war ready[Hook][Verse 3: Rick Ross]Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldierNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him ***** in the [?]Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood niggaShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, niggaI could die a thousand times, will never die a ***** niggaShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to [?]Heroin and quinineCut that ***** a thousand timesPhone call said he need a brickI text him back, "Come stand in line"You went out of town so I had to wack your *****Never came back, ***** boy, go die a *****[Hook][Outro]War readyIf you ain't ready to die about itDon't even mention it to a nigga like me, babyI went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, niggaWalking around in my mother*****in' Belaire Rosé [?]Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga$25 million, nigga$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapesAnother 5 in chandeliers230 acres, niggaThat's just one of the many properties, niggaWar readyAnd I'm down to die 'bout thatWe gon' ride 'bout thatSo you know we ready to slide 'bout thatCut that check, niggaWhatcha money like, huh?It's hard to go to war with $70 million, niggaRead the obituary, niggaPrint that mother*****er in [Italian?], niggaWhat's a hassa?What's a hassa?That's you, hahaI'm not gonna kill you, though, hahaI'm not gonna kill you, though, hahaHey Black, kill this mother*****er
