Jeezy - Ready for war lyrics
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
[Jeezy - Ready for war lyrics]
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
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