War Ready

[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 & Tracy T] War ready You got shooters, I got shooters We got money Let’s do what them other niggas can’t do though Mastermind, uh, uh Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga (War, Dade County) And if money is power, nigga I got millions of power, nigga, huh (Hahahaha, Miami shit) Fuck with me nigga, huh? (War, war, war) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Seventeen, I was chargin' niggas seventeen Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín Bomber green in that thang, in the middle lane Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain Versace slippers, twenty chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change Fuck what you heard, for that bird, I'm a dirty nigga Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with ya War ready, the game just wanna take my life War ready, pussy boy, we all could die tonight War ready, fast cash above the law War ready, gas masks when them choppers talk [Chorus: Tracy T] Killers on the front line when ya war ready, huh Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when ya war ready, huh Just another mama cryin' when ya war ready, huh Just another homicide cause we war ready, huh Killers on the front line when ya war ready, huh Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when ya war ready, huh Just another mama cryin' cause we war ready, huh Just another homicide when you're war ready, war, war, war [Interlude: Jeezy] A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop-top coupe I know a lot of niggas 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, war ready [Verse 2: Jeezy] Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole fifty 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 motherfuckers think you can't drop 'em no more War ready, a nigga put some change on your head Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out I got a few digi' scales and a couple Denzels Yeah, you motherfuckin' right this a safe house Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga Be his pallbearer so I can carry that nigga What you gon' hit him with, the Glock or the chop? Look, I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga You motherfuckers out here Always talkin' 'bout what another motherfucker said Yeah, I got that FNH with that motherfuckin' Fendi holster I ain't out here to motherfuckin' play Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'? Either you livin' like a ho or you dyin' 'bout somethin' Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' up my sleeve Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin' Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead "Snow, you could start your own alphabet with all them Gs Open up a hundred doors with all them kis" Yeah, we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run Big shit poppin' and it's sparklin' like a lighter Shit bag, leave a grown nigga in a diaper Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set Let it go, better hold that bitch steady When adrenaline get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin' Yeah, I hope you pussy niggas war ready [Chorus: Tracy T] Killers on the front line when ya war ready Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when ya war ready Just another mama cryin' when ya war ready Just another homicide cause we war ready [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in his Rover Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga Shout out to them GDs, where that Crip love, nigga? Shout out to them dope boys, owe it to the plug, nigga I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62 Ridin' down on 61st, rest in peace to Fluty Coupe Heroin and quinine, cut that bitch 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 whack your bitch Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch [Chorus: Tracy T & Rick Ross] Killas on front line when ya war ready (War ready) Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when ya war ready If you ain't ready to die about it Just another mama cryin' when ya war ready Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby Just another homicide cause we war ready I went from nothing, nigga, to sixty million, nigga Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire robe, nigga Killers on the front line when ya war ready In Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga, twenty-five million, nigga Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when ya war ready Six million in marble Just another mama cryin' cause we war ready Two million in drapes, another 5 in chandeliers Just another homicide when ya war ready, war, war, war Huh, 130 acres, nigga, huh [Outro: Rick Ross] That's just one of the many properties, nigga 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, nigga, what ya money like, huh? It's hard to go to war with seventy million, nigga, huh? Read the obituary, nigga Print that motherfucker in Italian, huh? What's a hassa? What's a hassa? That's you, haha I'm not gon' kill you though, haha I'm not gon' kill you though, haha Hey Black, kill this motherfucker