Ready for War

Ready for war reminded I’m a young solider
If you ion feel it in the air you need to come closer
I got dreams of being better than a young hoover 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 yo hood we screaming 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 reminded I’m a young solider
If you ion feel it in the air you need to come closer
I got dreams of being better than a young hoover but where I’m from even ya
family give you cold shoulders
They put ya dreams in the back seat
Until somebody open the door and notice that you na family
They need to cool it with the 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’m 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 too niggas getting killed over the same bitch (yea)
And everybody screaming same thang from my hood to yo hood we screaming 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 do