War Ready

Album: Mastermind (2014)
  • War ready
    You got shooters, I've got shooters
    We got money
    Let's do what them other niggas can't do though
    Mastermind uh
    Uh nigga got a thousand guns, nigga
    And if money is power nigga, I 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 year Fernando
    We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cous'

    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
    War ready 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

    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

    Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier
    Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked and rollin'
    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 Fluty Coupe
    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

    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 Writer/s: MICHAEL WILLIAMS, ASHETON HOGAN, WILLIAM ROBERTS, JAY JENKINS, TRACY RICHARDSON
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
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