Styles P - Ready for War lyrics

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Styles P - 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 Doin 80 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 Cuz 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 wanna 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 til 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 play station Motherf**ers wanna ride by and ice grill Change that to ice dick, show me motherf**er that you can k** HOOK: Styles Paniro 17 shots in a clip, 28 grams in an ounce Everybody bounce, 26 inch hues on a truck 36 O's in a key, everybody ree Murder One felons with the Glocks, 24 hours on the block Bodies gettin dropped, 5000 n***as actin live 5000 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 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 2000 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'mma do this the old way get it while I can get it As much as I can get then I'mma go my own way [Drag-On] Ayo 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, cuz if Drag pa** away I'mma come back with wraps on my face, blastin an eighth February 8th, that's the day You better cop like it's crack, or get masking taped til you suffocate b**hes, y'all gettin your feelings hurt 2000 I ain't f**in no more, I'm makin b**hes jerk til 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 til the bangs is flyin HOOK 2X