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Ready For War Lyrics - Singles - Drag On

Yo, yo I could keep my eyes closed, still reading the signs 

Young niggas 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 fuck being humble 

You act like a animal you stuck in the jungle 

Niggas don't care if I'm poor or rich 

So I don't care about these niggas and the law and shit 

 

And I'll probably get shot for being a wild nigga 

You'll probably get shot for being a foul nigga 

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 bitch playin' shottie AK in the third 

 

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 niggas don't like me and my friends wanna flip 

That's why I'm on some extra all about Sheek shit 

Your money, Sheek shit, your bitch, Sheek shit 

Only thing I'm gonna share is these bullets here 

 

Bitch 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 nigga but don't want no stack 

I drink straight liquor till I forget where I'm at 

 

I don't play no games nigga, drugs my 'cupation 

In a building hustlin' that's Sheek's play station 

Motherfuckers wanna ride by and ice grill 

Change that to ice dick, show me motherfucker that you can kill 

 

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 niggas actin' live 

5000 niggas gotta die, everybody better ride 

 

Y'all niggas 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 bitch you see the princess cut 

I'm in a 2000 big boy the tense is up 

Y'all niggas 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'ma do this the old way get it while I can get it 

As much as I can get then I'ma go my own way 

 

Ayo, I keep my guns like laundry 

I dump a load, make niggas fold, watch 'em die and let 'em drip dry 

Gon spill pints from niggas, my rapid fire put niggas in black attire 

Stuffed in the hearse, then dumped in the dirt 

 

I live eternal, 'cuz if Drag pass away 

I'ma 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 till you suffocate 

 

Bitches, y'all gettin' your feelings hurt 

2000 I ain't fuckin' no more, I'm makin' bitches jerk till I squirt 

All my bitches work, like upside down from the poles 

Lift that skirt, give this dick what it's worth 

 

Double R, see the icicles on the chest 

Hungry niggas come snatchin', I throw bullets run catch 'em 

Ruff Ryder scene Drag the fire 

But we could take it swingin' them irons till the bangs is flyin' 

 

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 niggas actin' live 

5000 niggas gotta die, everybody better ride 

 

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 niggas actin' live 

5000 niggas gotta die, everybody better ride 

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