Lyrics War Ready (Remix) - Rick Ross feat. Gucci Mane & Young Jeezy
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
Imma
teach
this
hoes
a
lesson
Bitch
you
know
you
ain't
finessin'
me
I
thought
you
knew
my
pedigree
You
niggas
lack
integrity
A
handguns
a
necessity
But
AR's
are
my
speciality
I
got
heroin
lean
and
ecstasy
But
cookin'
dope
my
speciality
Say
gucci
gotta
murder
one
I
kill'em
allegely
I'm
not
the
average
celebrity
Can't
let
you
get
the
best
of
me
Amateur???
My
homeboy
doing
40
years,
I
don't
know
how
he
manages
All
you
niggas
tryna
handle
me,
but
I
know
how
to
handle
it
Hit
the
block,
shoot
50
shots
His
funeral
was
candle
lit
I
fronted
him
he
didn't
take
advantage
of
disadvantages
I'm
loadin'
my
choppa,
listenin'
to
Pac
I'm
finna
murk
all
my
enemies
War
ready
You
got
shooters,
I've
got
shooters
We've
got
money
Let's
do
what
them
other
niggas
can't
do
Mastermind,
uhh,
uhh
Nigga
got
a
thousand
guns,
nigga
(Dade
County)
If
money
is
power,
nigga,
then
I've
got
millions
of
power,
nigga
Hahaha!
Miami
shit
Fuck
with
me
nigga,
huh?
17
I
was
chargin'
niggas
17
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,
20
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
yah
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
mask
when
them
choppers
talk
Killas
on
front
line
when
you're
war
ready
Chopper
shoot
a
thousand
rounds
when
you're
war
ready
Just
another
mama
cryin'
when
you're
war
ready
Just
another
homicide
cause
we
war
ready
Killas
on
the
front
line
when
you're
war
ready
Chopper
shoot
a
thousand
rounds
when
you're
war
ready
Just
another
mama
cryin'
cause
we're
war
ready
Just
another
homicide
when
you're
war
ready
War,
war,
war
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
Box
Chevy
hit
the
block,
run
the
whole
50
shots
You
just
poppin'
'til
you
know
you
can't
pop
'em
no
more
We
done
came
through
the
block
and
sold
many
color
drops
And
these
mothafuckas
think
you
can't
drop
'em
no
more
All
right,
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
And
you
mothafuckin'
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
gonna
hit
him
with,
the
Glock
or
the
chop?
Look
I
wouldn't
give
a
fuck
if
they
were
sharin'
that
nigga
You
mothafuckas
out
here
always
talkin'
'bout
what
another
mothafucka
said
Yeah
I
got
that
FNH
when
that
mothafucka
finna
hostin'
I
ain't
out
here
to
mothafuckin'
play
Why
these
fuck
niggas
always
cryin'
'bout
somethin'?
Either
you're
livin'
like
a
ho
or
you're
dyin'
'bout
somethin'
Try
to
let
that
Rollie
breathe
but
it's
hidin'
in
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
Start
your
own
alphabet
with
all
them
G's
Open
up
a
hundred
doors
with
all
them
keys
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'
in
his
pocket
like
a
lighter
Shit
bag
leave
a
grown
nigga
in
a
diaper
Hangin'
out
the
Rolls,
on
your
mark,
get
set
Let
it
go,
yeah
hold
that
bitch
steady
When
that
ritalin
get
to
rushin'
and
them
drums
get
to
bussin'
Yeah
I
hope
you
pussy
niggas
war
ready
Follow
in
my
footstep,
I
was
born
to
die
a
soldier
Nigga
couldn't
walk
a
mile,
found
him
naked
in
the
river
Shout
out
to
the
Vice
Lords,
shout
out
to
my
Blood
nigga
Shout
out
to
them
GD's,
where
that
Crip
love,
nigga?
Shout
out
to
them
dopeboys,
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
63,
rest
in
peace
to
[?]
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
wack
your
bitch
Never
came
back,
pussy
boy,
go
die
a
bitch
War
ready
If
you
ain't
ready
to
die
about
it
Don't
even
mention
it
to
a
nigga
like
me,
baby
I
went
from
nothing,
nigga,
to
$60
million,
nigga
Walking
around
in
my
motherfuckin'
Belaire
Rosé
[?]
Evander
Holyfield's
estate,
nigga
$25
million,
nigga
$6
million
in
marble,
$2
million
in
drapes
Another
5 in
chandeliers
230
acres,
nigga
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
Whatcha
money
like,
huh?
It's
hard
to
go
to
war
with
$70
million,
nigga
Read
the
obituary,
nigga
Print
that
motherfucker
in
, nigga
What's
a
hassa?
What's
a
hassa?
That's
you,
haha
I'm
not
gonna
kill
you,
though,
haha
I'm
not
gonna
kill
you,
though,
haha
Hey
Black,
kill
this
motherfucker
1 How Many Drinks
2 War Ready (Remix)
3 Thug Cry
4 New Agenda
5 40
6 All My Niggas
7 Cut Her Off
8 Cut Her Off
9 Thug Cry
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