Drag-on - Ready For War Lyrics
[styles paniro]Yo, yo I could keep my eyes closed, still reading the signsYoung niggas think they hungry then you feed em a nineMight kidnap they ass start feedin em swineSo I dont feel bad when I gut em like a pigBeat him down, stomp him out, cut him like he bigYou hear the attitude I say ***** being humbleYou act like a animal you stuck in the jungleNiggas dont care if Im poor or richSo I dont care about these niggas and the law and shitAnd Ill probably get shot for being a wild niggaYoull probably get shot for being a foul niggaLets talk about slugs and the drugs we dealBoys fight, men kill, get they money and chillReal recognize real I aint sayin a wordDoin 80 in the m that means Im stayin in thirdWith a ***** playin shottie ak in the third[sheek louch]Dont worry bout what I make worry bout can you escapeCuz when I bust my guns bring more action than roll takeNickel your hallway, I got aim from farYall cant see me like the tints on the presidents carI know niggas dont like me and my friends wanna flipThats why Im on some extra all about sheek shitYour money, sheek shit, your *****, sheek shitOnly thing Im gonna share is these bullets here***** ass thats for frontin now dont say I never gave you nothinIm greedy, go head, dont say I never saved you somethinPack gun nigga but dont want no stackI drink straight liquor til I forget where Im atI dont play no games nigga, drugs my cupationIn a building hustlin thats sheeks play stationMother*****ers wanna ride by and ice grillChange that to ice dick, show me mother*****er that you can killHook: styles paniro17 shots in a clip, 28 grams in an ounceEverybody bounce, 26 inch hues on a truck36 os in a key, everybody reeMurder one felons with the glocks, 24 hours on the blockBodies gettin dropped, 5000 niggas actin live5000 niggas gotta die, everybody better ride[jadakiss]Yall niggas better find out whos your manIt dont work in the hood you could fool your fansFew bullets in your jeans soon to ruin your plansThen I show up at the wake and boo-hoo at your famIf you like me you neverll failLive by the three rules you make it, or be dead or in jailAnd I aint really got much but Im up on catsAnd kiss dont just spit I throw up on tracksDouble r now ***** you see the princess cutIm in a 2000 big boy the tense is upYall niggas is soft, catch me with the semiUnderneath the fendi, sweater, skully, and scarfMake sure you dont say nothing to jayAnd keep your dirt, I dont smoke nothin but haysIma do this the old way get it while I can get itAs much as I can get then ima go my own way[drag-on]Ayo I keep my guns like laundryI dump a load, make niggas fold, watch em die, and let em drip dryGon spill pints from niggas, my rapid fire put niggas in black attireStuffed in the hearse, then dumped in the dirtI live eternal, cuz if drag pass awayIma come back with wraps on my face, blastin an eighthFebruary 8th, thats the dayYou better cop like its crack, or get masking taped til you suffocate*****es, yall gettin your feelings hurt2000 I aint *****in no more, Im makin *****es jerk til I squirtAll my *****es work, like upside down from the polesLift that skirt, give this dick what its worthDouble r, see the icicles on the chestHungry niggas come snatchin, I throw bullets run catch emRuff ryder scene drag the fireBut we could take it swingin them irons til the bangs is flyinHook 2x
