[Produced by Mike WiLL Made It]
[Pre-Intro: Skit]
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
Intro: Rick [Ross]
War ready
You got shooters, I've got shooters
We've got money
Let's do what them other n***as can't do
Mastermind, uhh, uhh
n***a got a thousand guns, n***a (Dade County)
If money is power, n***a, then I've got millions of power, n***a
Hahaha! (Miami sh**)
f** with me n***a, huh?
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
17 I was chargin' n***as 17
Ridin' clean, youngest n***a in the Medellín
Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane
Did some thangs for my n***as which I can't explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, b**h I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, f** with my petty change
f** what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty n***a
Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' 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: Tracy T]
k**as 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
k**as 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
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
[Interlude: Young Jeezy]
A coward dies a thousand d**hs, a real n***a dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of n***as 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
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
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 in so many colored drops
And these mothaf**as think you can't drop 'em no more
All right, a n***a put some change on your head
Damn right, f** around, clear my safe out
I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels
And you mothaf**in' right, this a safe house
Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that n***a
Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that n***a
What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?
Look I wouldn't give a f** if they were sharin' that n***a
You mothaf**as out here always talkin' 'bout what another mothaf**a said
Yeah, I got that FNH with that mothaf**in' Fendi holster
I ain't out here to mothaf**in' play
Why these f** n***as 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 motherf**er timid or shy about somethin'
Tomorrow ain't promised, n***a 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 ki's
Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court date, now my n***a on the run
Big sh** poppin' and it's sparkin' like a lighter
sh** bag leave a grown n***a in a diaper
Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set
Let it go, yeah hold that b**h steady
When adrenaline get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'
Yeah I hope you p**y n***as war ready
[Hook: Tracy T]
k**as 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
k**as 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
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier
n***a couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in his Rover
Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood n***a
Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, n***a?
Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, n***a
I could die a thousand times, will never die a f** n***a
Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62
Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to (?)
Heroin and quinine
Cut that b**h 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 b**h
Never came back, p**y boi, go die a b**h
[Hook: Tracy T & Rick Ross]
k**as on front line when you're war ready (War ready)
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready (If you ain't ready to die about it)
Just another mama cryin' when you're war ready (Don't even mention it to a n***a like me, baby)
Just another homicide cause we war ready (I went from nothing, n***a, to $60 million, n***a)
k**as on the front line when you're war ready (Walking around in my motherf**in' Belaire Rosé )
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready (Evander Holyfield's estate, n***a, ($6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes, $25 million, n***a)
Just another mama cryin' cause we're war ready (Another 5 in chandeliers)
Just another homicide when you're war ready (230 acres, n***a)
Whoa, whoa, whoa! (That's just one of the many properties, n***a)
[Outro]
War ready
If you ain't ready to die about it
Don't even mention it to a n***a like me, baby
I went from nothing, n***a, to $60 million, n***a
Walking around in my motherf**in' Belaire Rosé [?]
Evander Holyfield's estate, n***a
$25 million, n***a
$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes
Another 5 in chandeliers
230 acres, n***a
That's just one of the many properties, n***a
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, n***a
Whatcha money like, huh?
It's hard to go to war with $70 million, n***a
Read the obituary, n***a
Print that motherf**er in Italian, n***a
What's a ha**a?
What's a ha**a?
That's you, haha
I'm not gonna k** you, though, haha
I'm not gonna k** you, though, haha
Hey Black, k** this motherf**er