Prepare For War Lyrics - Young Buck

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(Course) 

I got uzi's, and AK's of plenty 

I got gadgets and grenades galore 

Everynight i make sure that im ready 

And prepare for war 

I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and Semi's 

Automatics and shotguns galore 

If you f**k with me make sure your ready 

And prepare for war 

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(Verse) 

I got a heart like 50, and a gun big as Biggie 

Some old heads hatin and some young niggas with me 

Put a beam on a 12 gauge, buck, shots spread 

I can aim for your legs, and hit you in your head 

Like a soldier we sleep with our eyes open 

We ride 4 deep and we trust no one 

Heres the plan, soon as we finish shootin up ya man 

We gonn' take it there, and shoot start shootin up some heads 

I dont know nothin but guns, i dont hold nothin but guns 

I just know I got a gun, all yall better run 

Im on the edge, to go out like them niggas with dreads 

Do what i said, i come to take the bumbaclot bread 

Did you hear that, its like death's in the air 

When the wind starts holla'n and the moon light glare 

Is you scared?, i can see the fear in your eyes 

When we open up the door, and we caught you by suprise 

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(Course) 

i got uzi's, and AK's of plenty 

I got gadgets and grenades (mix up) 

i got uzi's, and AK's of plenty 

I got gadgets and grenades galore 

Everynight i make sure that im ready 

And prepare for war 

I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and Semi's 

Automatics and shotguns galore 

If you f**k with me make sure your ready 

And prepare for war 

(verse) 

I got a heart like 50, and a gun big as Biggie 

Some old heads hatin and some young niggas with me 

Put a beam on a 12 gauge, buck, shots spread 

I can aim for your legs, and hit you in your head 

Like a soldier we sleep with our eyes open 

We ride 4 deep and we trust no one 

Heres the plan, soon as we finish shootin up ya man 

We gonn' take it there, and shoot start shootin up some heads 

I dont know nothin but guns, i dont hold nothin but guns 

I just know I got a gun, all yall better run 

Im on the edge, to go out like them niggas with dreads 

Do what i said, i come to take the bumbaclot bread 

Did you hear that, its like death's in the air 

When the wind starts holla'n and the moon light glare 

Is you scared?, i can see the fear in your eyes 

When we open up the door, and we caught you by suprise 

(verse) 

Money, cars, cash and hoes 

Thats the way, a gangsta roll 

I dont know what you've been told 

Where you been before, but thats how it goes 

(Verse) 

They say thats all i talk about is murder murder kill kill 

But if i die today another nigga still will 

On the front line marchin, to the battle feild 

With a black hoody on and a pair of old Timbs 

Ghetto sargent, i think i see the target 

I hit them niggas up, but i dont know where they car went 

The neighborhood love me, i buy they kids Christmas 

And give em all money, to keep em out my business, no witness 

(Chorus) 

i got uzi's, and AK's of plenty 

I got gadgets and grenades galore 

Everynight i make sure that im ready 

And prepare for war 

I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and Semi's 

Automatics and shotguns galore 

If you f**k with me make sure your ready 

And prepare for war 

(verse 2x) 

Get your camolauge suits, and your combat boots 

We aint going to iraq, we just pullin up and shootin 

Your life is what I want dawg, you can keep the loot 

This is how the G's do, salute (salute) 

Get your camolauge suits, and your combat boots 

We aint going to iraq, we just pullin up and shootin 

Your life is what I want dawg, you can keep the loot 

This is how the G's do, salute (salute) 

(Verse) 

Put the potatoe on the end of the round 

Make the sound quiet down 

The block dont eat if a nigga not around 

Like a sniper, i keep my chopper low to the ground 

Milatary minded, and im South Side now 

Got my canteen filled up with henessy nigga 

A bullet broof vest, and my tank on spinners 

Attention!, you about to enter a war zone 

Why you come around here homie you know its on 

(Chorus) 

i got uzi's, and AK's of plenty 

I got gadgets and grenades galore 

Everynight i make sure that im ready 

And prepare for war 

I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and Semi's 

Automatics and shotguns galore 

If you f**k with me make sure your ready 

And prepare for war