Drag-on - Ready For War lyrics

[Styles Paniro] Yo, yo, I could keep my eyes closed still reading the signs Young n***as think they hungry then you feed 'em a nine Might kidnap they a**, 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 f** being humble You act like a animal, you stuck in the jungle n***as don't care if I'm poor or rich So I don't care about these n***as, and the law, and sh** And I'll probably get shot for being a wild n***a You'll probably get shot for being a foul n***a Let's talk about slugs and the d** we deal Boys fight, men k**, get they money and chill Real recognize real, I ain't sayin' a word Doing eighty in the M, that means I'm stayin' in third With a b**h playin' shottie AK in the third [Sheek Louch] Don't worry 'bout what I make, worry 'bout can you escape 'Cause 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 n***as don't like me, and my friends want to flip That's why I'm on some extra all about Sheek sh** Your money: Sheek sh** Your b**h: Sheek sh** Only thing I'm gonna share is these bullets here b**h a** 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 n***a but don't want no stack I drink straight liquor till I forget where I'm at I don't play no games, n***a, d** my 'cupation In a building hustlin', that's Sheek's Playstation Motherf**ers want to ride by and ice grill Change that to ice, dick Show me, motherf**er, that you can k** [Chorus:] Seventeen shots in a clip, twenty-eight grams in an ounce Everybody bounce, twenty-six inch hues on a truck Thirty-six O's in a key, everybody free Murder One felons with the glocks, twenty-four hours on the block Bodies gettin' dropped, five thousand n***as actin' live Five thousand n***as gotta die, everybody better ride [Jadakiss] Y'all n***as 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're like me, you never'll fail Live by the three rules you make it, or be dead, or in jail And I ain't really got much, but I'm up on cats And Kiss don't just spit, I throw up on tracks Double R now, b**h, you see the princess cut I'm in a two thousand big boy, the tense is up Y'all n***as 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'm a do this the old way, get it while I can get it As much as I can get, then I'm a go my own way [Drag-On] Hey yo, I keep my guns like laundry I dump a load, make n***as fold, watch 'em die, and let 'em drip dry Gon' spill pints from n***as, my rapid fire put n***as in black attire Stuffed in the hearse, then dumped in the dirt I live eternal, 'cause if Drag pa** away I'm a come back with wraps on my face, blastin' an eighth February eighth, that's the day You better cop like it's crack, or get masking taped till you suffocate b**hes, y'all gettin' your feelings hurt Two thousand, I ain't f**in' no more I'm makin' b**hes jerk till I squirt All my b**hes 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 n***as come snatchin' I throw bullets, run catch 'em Ruff Ryder scene Drag the fire But we could take it swingin' them irons till the bangs is flyin' [Chorus: x2]