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