Mr. 3-2 - Ready 4 War lyrics

(*talking*) The youngest guerilla in here mayn, Young Dyno In here with Trae, D and S.L.A.B We representing this to the fullest mayn, AK's loaded And co*ked, but now the clip's ready to peel on a punk [Hook -] Y'all n***as better run, we ready for war This ain't no game we off the chain, and playing it raw Speaking my name you better quit, 'fore you lose your jaw S-L-A-B that's on my life, we ready for war Y'all n***as better run, we ready for war This ain't no game we off the chain, and playing it raw Speaking my name you better quit, 'fore you lose your jaw S-L-A-B that's on my life, we ready for war [Z-Ro] Who gon represent for Texas, like I represent for Texas And who this n***a talking down on Dirty South, n***as rapping reckless Scared took him out of the hotel, cause when Ro swang Ro swell Eyebrows and jaws, so in my presence Mr. don't tell I'm a motherf**ing murderer, you the wa*ksta Popping that gangsta sh** on the radio, and it's disturbing you Big Moe n***a that's my big dog, and my love ain't never gon withdrawal So we clicked up coming to get y'all, my n***a Ja said you's a b**h dog I'm a soldier, these n***as ain't never gon learn f**ing with the fire b**h n***a you freezing, then you burn This is M-O-E, Murder Of Everything in front of us And can't nobody stop it, because the reaper's coming to cancel every one of us And it's all gravy, all of my n***as are hard plus we all crazy Wishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save me f** a n***a named 50 Cent, you nothing but change I'm a whole dolla n***a, hanging one in your brain [Lil' C] Now can you picture C smoke out choked out, with Guerilla Maab Mob figgas representing, and we here to do the job Got my step-on n***a shoes on, 'case it get dirty Cause man it's going down, in the Thirty It's for war thirty, f** President Bush If he was close to the edge, then I'll give him a push And do this whole world a favor, hey there howdy neighbor sh**, I'm sorry I took so long to save you I was getting my dick s**ed, by my secretary She asked me my sign, I told her b**h Aires I stay on Barbary and Scott, 5000 block I paint the white house black, and start renting it out [Archie Lee] In this underground game, I'm rolling with S.L.A.B Black H2 Hummers, when we holding the AVE Got a itching trigga finger, when I'm holding my strap n***a they call me hit man, don't get your wig pushed back Man some of these n***as, is b**hes too Steady riding my dick, like b**hes do You a gangsta or a hoe, n***a which is you Archie Lee been real, before I had a crew Get it right don't get it wrong, I stay's in the zone Plus my piece got yellow stones, like I stayed on the Stone I spit that hood sh**, that wood sh** Hershelwood for life, matter fact it's all good b**h [Trae] I heard a n***a in the game, was saying my name But now my Glock is fully loaded, and ready to aim S-L-A-B until I'm gone, and I'm repping it strong You don't wanna see these gorillas, running up in your home Everybody better clear the lot, when the lights off I set it off, when I luger ride for the cause And f** the law, I'ma mash till I'm finished and done And when it's all said and done, I'ma be number one And I bet that I'm a soldier that'll fold you, I done told you n***as getting ran over, in a Rover Trae forever staying sober, like a Jehovah Witness I'm at your door brah, door brah [Hook -] Y'all n***as better run, we ready for war This ain't no game we off the chain, and playing it raw Speaking my name you better quit, 'fore you lose your jaw S-L-A-B that's on my life, we ready for war Y'all n***as better run, we ready for war This ain't no game we off the chain, and playing it raw Speaking my name you better quit, 'fore you lose your jaw S-L-A-B that's on my life, we ready for wa [Dougie D] Let's take it, to the streets Any one of you, motherf**ers got beef I will fill you, with heat Get the nine millimeter fitted up in my denim, on my creep Who that wanna do that, b**h or come through that And sweep up, that street I'm a motherf**ing G, and b**h you gon listen to me When I speak, ain't got no time to try to be friendly Motherf**ers, must didn't hear me Move around b**h, before you feel me We smoke em, and choke em Then fry a motherf**er, just like a poker The game is now over, be the next To the thoedest cats or now open, are you playing with me boy Watch a n***a bob and weave, and then we break jaw We ain't barring no law Snap rugged and rough, and playing this game raw b**h we ready for war, anybody running up is bound to get scarred D-O-U-G I are, dropping bombs up on you b**hes going hard [Lil' B] These n***as be plexing and talking down, on a G a** n***a Sweet pea a** n***a, f** around and catch the heat a** n***a Beefing with me a n***a named B, you silly rabbits finna see A guerilla thriller will k** a n***a, in these H-Town streets Ready for war boy we raw, I thought I told you cats Who was the n***a that had to bust, and make the crowd move back Never slacking or lacking, still attacking like I'm Sadaam Set it off like the chirp that's going off, on the alarm Doing harm n***a we swarm, on any and every hater in sight f** around and call a n***a Teddy, steady turning off your lights Night lights gon get burned, f**ing with paper that I earned S.L.A.B. gladiating on hating, see you cats gon learn [Jay'Ton] It's Jay'Ton, motherf**ers and if they don't know the name From the wild wild West, slugging em like Jesse James Dog better get the f** back, 'fore I f** around and leave a n***a flat With a cardiac heart attack, slugs stuck off in your back See I ain't tripping mayn, I'm one of the young guerillas That's stacking scrilla, slash a k**a cause I'm a made n***a You don't wanna get hauled on, or straight clicked on I've been a G ever since the day, that I left home [Trae] S-L-A-B, one of these motherf**ers finna see I've been a sad cat with a fat cat all the way back, still spitting with heat One of the rap game phenomenon's, me and my click be ready for war You better get your entourage, 'fore you get calicoes through your car Or you'll get a 44 to your jaw, ain't no love boxing we raw And if you really think that we playing, step in the ring so you can get scarred Guerillas ready for havoc, on a mission to let you have it To tell the truth I done had it, this game is really fin to get tragic I ain't having when I'm busting on first and ten, I'ma be rushing Till a n***a left with concussions, bring the end of discussion dog You don't wanna get me pissed off or ticked off your a** is fin to get pissed on Not dissed on but clicked on, for stepping inside my zone [Mr. 3-2] 50 Cent, baby that's nothing but chump change Shooting slugs at my partna, disrespecting the game So feel this verbal c**aine, your whole tape was trash Now the whole Screwed Up Click, gon beat that a** So when you come in H-Town, don't hide behind your circle We gon tear the club up, leave both your eyes purple Hurt you b**h n***a, that's from the Boss Man I'm known for slapping boys, knocking em out with my hands Understand bow down, and show some respect We clicked up and heated, with knifes hanging round our neck I'm a cold blooded k**a, do a murder for the price So call the ambulance, and put this b**h up on some ice [Hook -] Y'all n***as better run, we ready for war This ain't no game we off the chain, and playing it raw Speaking my name you better quit, 'fore you lose your jaw S-L-A-B that's on my life, we ready for war Y'all n***as better run, we ready for war This ain't no game we off the chain, and playing it raw Speaking my name you better quit, 'fore you lose your jaw S-L-A-B that's on my life, we ready for wa (*Z-Ro talking*) 2K3, S-L-A-B, Slow Loud And Bangin' In your motherf**ing face, in your motherf**ing trunk Hell naw, it ain't gon never stop n***a We don't know how to stop, so sh** we just gon Keep going, and matter fact this hoe a** n***a 50 Cent b**h you ain't nothing but two quarters n***a We made change out of your b**h a**, n***a We hold dolla bills round this b**h, holding Ain't a god damn thang stolen Big Moe, that's my motherf**ing n***a for L-I-F-E So f** you n***as, till you D-E-A-D Run up on us if you wanna n***a, get your b**h a** slid Into a motherf**ing coma, yeah n***a Like H-A-Dub-K say n***a, we ain't gon play We got the motherf**ing K, we ready to spray With no delay, feel me n***a Mo City Texas Till a n***a gone, forever rolling with my chrome (*Dyno talking*) n***a in the right state of mind, again again Letting you punk a** n***as, know about war You know I'm saying, n***as out here we glove or We can Glock it up, you know I'm saying ain't no playing out here It's gorillas for real, lil' orangutan a** chipmunk a** n***as Y'all better represent this to the fullest mayn, this S.L.A.B b**hes understand this mayn, all that talking down Running the diarrhea out your mouth, get something to talk about Cause a n***a'll slap your track out b**h, you know I'm saying Hoe a** n***as, trying to ride red n***as know Ike painting Ain't like Ike's know I'm saying, do what you like