Ready For War Lyrics

Ready For War lyrics

[Styles P]

Yo, yo I could keep my eyes closed, still reading the signs

Young niggas think they hungry then you feed em a nine

Might kidnap they ass start feedin em swine

So I don't feel bad when I gut em like a pig

Beat him down, stomp him out, cut him like he big

You hear the attitude I say fuck being humble

You act like a animal you stuck in the jungle

Niggas don't care if I'm poor or rich

So I don't care about these niggas and the law and shit

And I'll probably get shot for being a wild nigga

You'll probably get shot for being a foul nigga

Let's talk about slugs and the drugs we deal

Boys fight, men kill, get they money and chill

Real recognize real I aint sayin a word

Doin 80 in the M that means I'm stayin in third

With a bitch playin shottie AK in the third



[Sheek]

Don't worry bout what I make worry 'bout can you escape

Cuz when I bust my guns bring more action than roll take

Nickel your hallway, I got aim from far

Y'all can't see me like the tints on the president's car

I know niggas don't like me and my friends wanna flip

That's why I'm on some extra all about Sheek shit

Your money, Sheek shit, your bitch, Sheek shit

Only thing I'm gonna share is these bullets here

Bitch ass that's for frontin now don't say I never gave you nothin

I'm greedy, go head, don't say I never saved you somethin

Pack gun nigga but don't want no stack

I drink straight liquor til I forget where I'm at

I don't play no games nigga, drugs my 'cupation

In a building hustlin that's Sheek's play station

Motherfuckers wanna ride by and ice grill

Change that to ice dick, show me motherfucker that you can kill



HOOK: Styles P

17 shots in a clip, 28 grams in an ounce

Everybody bounce, 26 inch hues on a truck

36 O's in a key, everybody ree

Murder One felons with the glocks, 24 hours on the block

Bodies gettin dropped, 5000 niggas actin live

5000 niggas gotta die, everybody better ride



[Jadakiss]

Y'all niggas better find out who's your man

It don't work in the hood you could fool your fans

Few bullets in your jeans soon to ruin your plans

Then I show up at the wake and boo-hoo at your fam

If you like me you never'll fail

Live by the three rules you make it, or be dead or in jail

And I aint really got much but I'm up on cats

And Kiss don't just spit I throw up on tracks

Double R now bitch you see the princess cut

I'm in a 2000 big boy the tense is up

Y'all niggas is soft, catch me with the semi

Underneath the Fendi, sweater, skully, and scarf

Make sure you don't say nothing to Jay

And keep your dirt, I don't smoke nothin but hays

I'ma do this the old way get it while I can get it

As much as I can get then I'ma go my own way



[Drag-On]

Ayo I keep my guns like laundry

I dump a load, make niggas fold, watch em die, and let em drip dry

Gon spill pints from niggas, my rapid fire put niggas in black attire

Stuffed in the hearse, then dumped in the dirt

I live eternal, cuz if Drag pass away

I'ma come back with wraps on my face, blastin an eighth

February 8th, that's the day

You better cop like it's crack, or get masking taped til you suffocate

Bitches, y'all gettin your feelings hurt

2000 I aint fuckin no more, I'm makin bitches jerk til I squirt

All my bitches work, like upside down from the poles

Lift that skirt, give this dick what it's worth

Double R, see the icicles on the chest

Hungry niggas come snatchin, I throw bullets run catch em

Ruff Ryder scene Drag the fire

But we could take it swingin them irons til the bangs is flyin



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