Rick Ross, Tracy T, Jeezy - War Ready 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 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
(War, Dade County)
And if money is power, nigga
I got millions of power, nigga, huh
(Ha ha haha, Miami shit)
Fuck with me nigga, huh? (War, war, war)

Seventeen, I was chargin' niggas seventeen
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, twenty 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 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 masks when them choppers talk

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' cause we war ready
Huh 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, war ready

Box Chevy hit the block
Run the whole fifty shots
You just poppin' 'til you know you
Can't pop 'em no more
We done came through the block
In so many colored drops
And these motherfuckers think you can't
Drop 'em no more war ready
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
Yeah, you motherfuckin' 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 gon' hit him with
The Glock or the chop?
Look, I wouldn't give a fuck if
They were sharin' that nigga
You motherfuckers out here
Always talkin' 'bout what
Another motherfucker said
Yeah, I got that FNH with
That motherfuckin' Fendi holster
I ain't out here to motherfuckin' play
Why these fuck niggas always
Cryin' 'bout somethin'?
Either you livin' like a ho
Or you dyin' 'bout somethin'
Try to let that Rollie breathe but
It's hidin' up 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
"Snow, you could start your own
Alphabet with all them Gs
Open up a hundred doors with all them kis"
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' and it's
Sparklin' like a lighter
Shit bag, leave a grown nigga in a diaper
Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set
Let it go, better hold that bitch steady
When adrenaline get to rushin' and
Them drums get to bussin'
Yeah, I hope you pussy niggas war ready

Killers on the front line when ya war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds
When ya war ready
Just another mama cryin' when ya 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 in his Rover
Shout out to the Vice Lords
Shout out to my Blood nigga
Shout out to them GDs, where that Crip love
Nigga? Shout out to them dope boys
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 61st
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 whack your bitch
Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch

Killas on front line when ya war ready
(War ready) chopper shoot a thousand rounds
When ya war ready
If you ain't ready to die about it
Just another mama cryin' when ya war ready
Don't even mention it to a nigga like me
Baby
Just another homicide cause we war ready
I went from nothing, nigga, to sixty million
Nigga walking around in my
Motherfuckin' Belaire robe, nigga
Killers on the front line when ya war ready
In Evander Holyfield's estate
Nigga, twenty-five million, nigga
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds
When ya war ready six million in marble
Just another mama cryin' cause we war ready
Two million in drapes
Another 5 in chandeliers
Just another homicide when ya
War ready, war, war, war
Huh, 130 acres, nigga, huh

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, what ya money like
Huh? It's hard to go to war
With seventy million, nigga, huh?
Read the obituary, nigga
Print that motherfucker in Italian, huh?
What's a hassa? What's a hassa?
That's you, haha
I'm not gon' kill you though, haha
I'm not gon' kill you though, haha
Hey Black, kill this motherfucker