Ready for War lyrics

by

Jadakiss


[Verse 1: Styles P]
Yo, yo I could keep my eyes closed, still reading the signs
Young n*ggas think they hungry then you feed em a nine
Might kidnap they ass 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*ck being humble
You act like a animal you stuck in the jungle
n*ggas don't care if I'm poor or rich
So I don't care about these n*ggas and the law and sh*t
And I'll probably get shot for being a wild n*gga
You'll probably get shot for being a foul n*gga
Let's talk about slugs and the drugs we deal
Boys fight, men kill, 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*tch playin shottie AK in the third

[Verse 2: 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*ggas don't like me and my friends wanna flip
That's why I'm on some extra all about Sheek sh*t
Your money, Sheek sh*t, your b*tch, Sheek sh*t
Only thing I'm gonna share is these bullets here
b*tch ass 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*gga but don't want no stack
I drink straight liquor til I forget where I'm at
I don't play no games n*gga, drugs my 'cupation
In a building hustlin that's Sheek's play station
Motherf*ckers wanna ride by and ice grill
Change that to ice di*k, show me motherf*cker that you can kill
[Chorus: Styles P]
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*ggas actin live
5000 n*ggas gotta die, everybody better ride

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Y'all n*ggas 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*tch you see the princess cut
I'm in a 2000 big boy the tense is up
Y'all n*ggas 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
[Verse 4: Drag-On]
Ayo I keep my guns like laundry
I dump a load, make n*ggas fold, watch em die, and let em drip dry
Gon spill pints from n*ggas, my rapid fire put n*ggas in black attire
Stuffed in the hearse, then dumped in the dirt
I live eternal, cuz if Drag pass 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*tches, y'all gettin your feelings hurt
2000 I ain't f*ckin no more, I'm makin b*tches j*rk til I squirt
All my b*tches work, like upside down from the poles
Lift that skirt, give this di*k what it's worth
Double R, see the icicles on the chest
Hungry n*ggas 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

[Chorus: Styles P]
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*ggas actin live
5000 n*ggas gotta die, everybody better ride
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