Tracy T - War Ready lyrics

[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