War Ready lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, look, man
I got a Ruger on me now
I got like four baby choppers
Know what I mean?
I feel like Osama in this motherf*cker
Bin Laden that is

[Chorus]
You want war, we ready
We got guns plus machetes
You don't want no beef, no spaghetti
Premium gas, no unleaded
Ain't tryna preach like a reverend
I want to see if she ready
Click-clack, bang, fire, fire, ayy
Shootin' the eagle, no desert
Painted my house all white, DMX like in Belly
I see that red call light, that means she just left a message
All of my n*ggas war ready
Some of you n*ggas be scary
'Cause if it comes down to it, boy, you n*ggas ain't ready

[Verse 1]
Sticks, choppers, handguns, all of 'em loaded, I swear
Aretha Franklin, East Atlanta, n*gga, I'll take you there
My best friend is Ben Franklin, knew him before McNair
b*tches who didn't f*ck with me, you should see how them b*tches act now
I'm war ready at all times, y'all n*ggas just small time
I was standin' on the block, yeah, I was on the corner dealin' small dimes
Baby girl, don't suck this motherf*ckin' di*k if your ass don’t motherf*ckin' know how
It's another story if you know how to ride di*k, girl, I ain't gon tell you slow down
Shawty real freaky, nutted in her face both times
Naw, this ain't all of my bullets, I got some more rounds
Shawty wanna charge for pus*y but I'm like, "Woah now"
Like a little dog, shawty stay wanna go out
No roof, roof, top missin' on a lil' coupe, coupe
Two door that is, I'm a big dog, got Cujo status
Leave your body in the water, the Atlantic Ocean
[Chorus]
You want war, we ready
We got guns plus machetes
You don't want no beef, no spaghetti
Premium gas, no unleaded
Ain't tryna preach like a reverend
I want to see if she ready
Click-clack, bang, fire, fire, ayy
Shootin' the eagle, no desert
Painted my house all white, DMX like in Belly
I see that red call light, that means she just left a message
All of my n*ggas war ready
Some of you n*ggas be scary
'Cause if it comes down to it, boy, you n*ggas ain't ready

[Verse 2]
Ruger, Uzi, Omar Epps, boy, I'm in too deep
I just took it, yeah, we kept it, boy, we play for keeps
MJ on my front line no bandaid, they bleedin'
Gave that boy the run around, faked 'em then I trick 'em
All this money, all this clientele, I got all the dope
f*cked her, why she had to go and tell all them nat-nat hoes?
You in it for the money, b*tch, you ain't come up with me
Put you in a Bentley, you was in a Honda Civic
di*k in her mouth like a cavity, I'm the dentist
Baby, I'm the hot dog, you can be the relish
Put it in her stomach, n*gga, I'ma make her feel it
Fifty guns, boy, I'm war ready
All or nothin', n*gga, I'ma bet it
Everything, n*gga, I'll bet it
Can't see me on your best day, n*gga, my worst day
Poppin' bottles like my motherf*ckin' birthday
Give that thot b*tch a cup of water
'Cause I know she thirsty
Amen, let the church pray
[Chorus]
You want war, we ready
We got guns plus machetes
You don't want no beef, no spaghetti
Premium gas, no unleaded
Ain't tryna preach like a reverend
I want to see if she ready
Click-clack, bang, fire, fire, ayy
Shootin' the eagle, no desert
Painted my house all white, DMX like in Belly
I see that red call light, that means she just left a message
All of my n*ggas war ready
Some of you n*ggas be scary
'Cause if it comes down to it, boy, you n*ggas ain't ready

[Outro: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug]
Ayy, man
Y'all n*ggas talkin' brazy like y'all really 'bout that life, man
Y'all lil kids better stay in a lil kid's place
You dig what I'm f*ckin' sayin'? (Blatt)