Ready for war, militant-minded, I'm a young soldier If you on' feel it in the air, you need to come closer I got dreams of being better than a young H.O.V.A But where I'm from, even ya family give you cold shoulders They put your dreams in the back seat Until somebody open the door and notice you na family They need to cool it with that fake love I was raised by real killers and drug dealers not fake thugs I ain't political but mama acting lyrical We could be shoulder to shoulder but I ain't feeling you We could be face to face but I ain't hearing you I'm hitting point blank range so I ain't missing you And I done seen a lot of lame shit Like two niggas getting killed over the same bitch (yea) And everybody screaming same thang From my hood, to your hood, we screamin' gang-gang
I'm waiting for you to change on me, like everybody in my past you ain't the same homie Niggas started acting different when I put them chains on me Got a lil money and them bitches and that fame homie Now I'm walking around paranoid clutching heavy Cuz if he acting flakey ,getting buried I'm from the city I ain't no bitch and I ain't scary It's kinda odd when you ain't got yo parents ain't no fairy's Ready for war kick the down door shoot Put your mask on lace up your boots Fuck the other side cuz they know we the truth And bitch we run the whole city you can see the proof and we done lost some brothers on this road That's why my brother walking around with a dirty pole, Woah And I can't tell him shit that's just how the way we was raised fuck bitches get money we straight Who you gon run to when the sun goes down? Dead bodies mama crying don't come around Pay attention nigga step it up and if your friend envy you that boy might set you up (Hey) like a pool they might wet you up (Yea). Fuck nigga what you flexing for And you better keep your head on the swivel (Yea) cuz they might just try to kill you
Ready for war, militant-minded, I'm a young soldier If you on' feel it in the air, you need to come closer I got dreams of being better than a young H.O.V.A But where I'm from, even ya family give you cold shoulders They put your dreams in the back seat Until somebody open the door and notice you na family They need to cool it with that fake love I was raised by real killers and drug dealers not fake thugs I ain't political but mama acting lyrical We could be shoulder to shoulder but I ain't feeling you We could be face to face but I ain't hearing you I'm hitting point blank range so I ain't missing you And I done seen a lot of lame shit Like two niggas getting killed over the same bitch (yea) And everybody screaming same thang From my hood, to your hood, we screamin' gang-gang
30' Clip drop his whip woah And ain't no cheats got a lotta of bullets lets reload We treat the jects like the stores we ain't never closed Before a football I seen weed, base, and blow And I'm going to war for all my brothers that's some real shit And if you wasn't in them trenches you won't feel this Just treat his head like a tool and hit the kill switch you could give a nigga everything and he'll still switch Major smoke with this nigga I went to school with Can't let em kill me cuz my momma ain't have two kids Go to busting at his top like he got two lids catch a body don't show my teeth like I'm toothless Ice cube Eazy-E we some ruthless, deez ain't not Nike's on my feet so you can't do this And I won't change up on my brothers that's a no no And I still got that M1-6 by the front door Ya (3) Yea Ready for war run down shoot He catch ya man's you know just what to doTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.