Rick Ross ft Jeezy “War Ready”
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 pa*sability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated
[Intro]
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 g*ns, nigga
If money is power, nigga, then I’ve got millions of power, nigga
f**k with me nigga, huh?
[Verse 1]
17 I was charging niggas 17
Riding 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, bch I’m Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fk with my petty chains
f**k what you heard, for that bird I’m a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you thought was working with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my life
War ready, p***y boy we all could die tonight
War ready, fast cash above the law
War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk
[Hook]
Killas on front line when you’re war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you’re war ready
Just another mama crying 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 crying cause we’re war ready
Just another homicide when you’re war ready
War, war, war
[Interlude - Jeezy]
A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 g*n 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, cuz
[Verse 2 - Jeezy]
Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots
You just popping til you know you can’t pop em no more
We done came through the block and sold many color drops
And these mothafkas think you can’t drop em no more
All right, a nigga put some change on your head
Damn right, fk around, clear my safe out
I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels
And you mothafking 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 fk if they were sharing that nigga
You mothafkas out here always talking
Bout what another mothafka said
Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafka finna hosting
I ain’t out here to mothafking play
Why these fk niggas always crying bout something
Either you’re living like a ho or you’re dying bout something
Try to let that Rollie breathe but it’s hiding in my sleeve
Like that motherfker timid or shy about something
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 dying by the gn
Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run
Big shit popping in his pocket like a lighter
Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper
Hanging out the Rolls, on your mark, get set
Let it go, yeah hold that bch steady
When that ritaling get to rushing and them drums get to bussing
Yeah I hope you py niggas war ready
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier
Nigga couldn’t walk a mile, found him naked in the
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 fk nigga
Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62
Riding down on 63, rest in peace to
Heroin and quinine
Cut that bch 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 bch
Never came back, p***y boy, go die a bch
[Hook]
[Outro]
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 motherfking 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
Print that motherfker in, nigga
What’s a hasa?
What’s a hasa?
That’s you, haha
I’m not gonna kill you, though, haha
I’m not gonna kill you, though, haha
Hey, kill these motherf**kers