Kunci Gitar Ready For War

Jeezy

Simpan

The youngest guerilla in here mayn,

Young Dyno in here with Trae, D and slab

We representing this to the fullest mayn,

AK's loaded

And cocked,

but now the clip's ready to peel on a punk

Y'all niggas better run, we ready for war

This ain't no game we off the chain,

and playing it raw

Speaking my name you better quit,

'fore you lose your jaw

S- L- A- B that's on my life,

we ready for war

Y'all niggas better run,

we ready for war

This ain't no game we off the chain,

and playing it raw

Speaking my name you better quit,

'fore you lose your jaw

S- L- A- B that's on my life,

we ready for war, ready for war

Who gon repres

ent for Texas,

like I represent for Texas

And who this nigga talking down on dirty south,

niggas rapping reckless scared

Took him out of the hotel,

cause when Ro swang Ro swell

Eyebrows and jaws,

so in my presence Mr. don't tell

I'm a motherfucking murderer,

you the wankstar

Popping that gangstar shit on the radio,

and it's disturbing you

Big Moe nigga that's my big dog,

and my love ain't never gon' withdrawal

So we clicked up coming to get y'all,

my nigga Ja said you's a bitch dog

I'm a soldier,

these niggas ain't never gon learn

Fucking with the fire bitch nigga you freezing,

then you burn

This is M- O- E,

murder of everything in front of us

And can 't nobody stop it,

because the reaper's coming to cancel every one of us

And it's all gravy,

all of my niggas are hard plus we all crazy

Wishing I can be a peaceful man and,

hoping that the Lord save me

Fuck a nigga named 50 Cent,

you nothing but change

I'm a whole dolla nigga,

hanging one in your brain

Now can you picture C smoke

out choked out,

with Guerilla Maab

Mob figgas representing,

and we here to do the job

Got my step- on nigga shoes on,

'case it get dirty

'Cause man it's going down,

in the thirty

It's for war thirty, fuck President Bush

If he was close to the edge,

then I'll give him a push

And do this whole world a favor,

hey there howdy neighbor

Shit, I'm sorry I took so

long to save you

I was get ting my dick sucked,

by my secretary

She asked me my sign,

I told her bitch Aires

I stay on Barbary and Scott,

five thousand block

I paint the white house black,

and start renting it out

In this underground game,

I'm rolling with slab

Black H2 Hummers,

when we holding the ave

Got a itching trigger finger,

when I'm holding my strap

Nigga they call me hit man,

don't get your wig pushed back

Man some of these niggas,

is bitches too

Steady riding my dick

, like bitches do

You a gangsta or a hoe,

nigga which is you

Archie Lee been real, before I had a crew

Get it right don't get it wrong,

I stay's in the zone

Plus my piece got yellow stones,

like I stayed on the stone

I spit that hood shit, that wood shit

Hershelwood for life,

matter fact it's all good bitch

I heard a nigga in the game,

was saying my name

But now my Glock is fully loaded,

and ready to aim

S- L- A- B until I'm gone,

and I'm repping it strong

You don't wanna see these gorillas,

running up in your home

Everybody better clear the lot,

when the lights off

I set it off, when I luger ride for the cause

And fuck the law,

I'ma mash till I'm finished and done

And when it's all said and done,

I'ma be number one

And I bet that I'm a soldier that'll fold you,

I done told you

Niggas getting ran over, in a Rover

Traeforever staying sober,

like a Jehovah

Wit ness I'm at your door

brah, door brah

Y'all niggas better run,

we ready for war

This ain't no game we off the chain,

and playing it raw

Speaking my name you better quit,

'fore you lose your jaw

S- L- A- B that's on my life,

we ready for war

Y'all niggas better run,

we ready for war

This ain't no game we off the chain,

and playing it raw

Speaking my name you better quit,

'fore you lose your jaw

S- L- A- B that's on my life,

we ready for war, ready for war

Let's take it, to the

streets

Any one of you, motherfuckers got beef

I will fill you, with heat

Get the nine millimeter fitted up in my denim,

on my creep

Who that wanna do that, bitch

or come through that

And sweep up, that

street

I'm a motherfucking G,

and bitch you gon listen to me when I speak

I ain't got no time to try to

be friendly

Motherfuckers, must didn't hear me

Move around bitch,

before you feel me

We smoke em, and choke em

Then fry a motherfucker,

just like a poker

The game is now over

Be the next to the thoedest cats

or now open

Are you playing with me boy

Watch a nigga bob and weave, and

then we break jaw

We ain't barring no law

Snap rugged and rough,

and playing this game raw

Bitch we ready for war

Anybody running up

is bound to get scarred

D- O- U- G I are,

dropping bombs up on you bitches going hard

These niggas be plexing and talking down,

on a G ass nigga

Sweet pea ass nigga,

fuck around and catch the heat ass nigga

Beefing with me a nig ga named B,

you silly rabbits finna see

A guerilla thriller will kill a nigga,

in these H- Town streets

Ready for war boy we raw,

I thought I told you cats

Who was the nigga that had to bust,

and make the crowd move back

Never slacking or lacking,

still attacking like I'm Sadaam

Set it off like the chirp that's going off,

on the alarm

Doing harm nigga we swarm,

on any and every hater in sight

Fuck around and call a nigga Teddy,

steady turning off your lights

Night lights gon get burned,

fucking with paper that I earned

Slab gladiating on hating,

see you cats gon' learn

It's

Jay'Ton, motherfuckers and

if they don't know the name

From the wild wild west,

slugging em like Jesse James

Dog better get the fuck back,

'fore I fuck around and leave a nigga flat

With a cardiac heart attack,

slugs stuck off in your back

See I ain't tripping mayn,

I'm one of the young guerillas

That's stacking scrilla, slash a

killa cause I'm a made nigga

You don't wanna get hauled on,

or straight clicked on

I've been a G ever since the day,

that I left home

S- L- A- B,

one of these motherfuckers finna see

I've been a sad cat with a fat cat all the way back,

still spitting with heat

One of the rap game phe nomenon's, me and

my click be ready for war

You better get your entourage,

'fore you get calicoes through your car

Or you'll get a 44 to your jaw,

ain't no love boxing we raw

And if you really think that we playing,

step in the ring so you can get scarred

Guerillas ready for havoc,

on a mission to let you have it

To tell the truth I done had it,

this game is really fin to get tragic

I ain't having when I'm busting on first and ten,

I'ma be rushing

Till a nigga left with concussions,

bring the end of discussion dog

You don't wanna get me pissed off or

ticked off your ass is fin to get pissed on

Not dissed on but clicked on,

for stepping inside my zone

50 Cent,

baby that's nothing

but chump change

Shooting slugs at my

partna, disrespecting the game

So feel this verbal cocaine,

your whole tape was trash

Now the whole screwed up click,

gon beat that ass

So when you come in H- Town,

don't hide behind your circle

We gon' tear the club up,

leave both your eyes purple

Hurt you bitch nigga,

that's from the boss man

I'm known for slapping boys,

knocking 'em out with my hands

Understand bow down,

and show some respect

We clicked up and heated,

with knifes hanging round our neck

I'm a cold blooded killa,

do a murder for the price

So call the ambulance,

and put this bitch up on some ice

Y'all niggas better run,

we ready for war

This ain't no game we off the chain,

and playing it raw

Speaking my name you better quit,

'fore you lose your jaw

S- L- A- B that's on my life,

we ready for war

Y'all niggas better run,

we ready for war

This ain't no game we off the chain,

and playing it raw

Speaking my name you better quit,

'fore you lose your jaw

S- L- A- B that's on my life, we ready for war,

ready for war

2K3, S- L- A- B,

slow loud and bangin'

In your motherfucking face,

in your motherfucking trunk

Hell naw, it ain't gon never stop nigga

We don't know how to stop,

so shit we just gon' keep going

And matter fact this hoe

ass nigga 50 Cent

Bitch you ain't

nothing but

two quarters nigga

We made change out of your bitch ass,

nigga

We hold dolla bills round this bitch,

holding

Ain't a god damn thang stolen

Big Moe,

that's my motherfucking nigga for L- I- F- E

So fuck you niggas, till you D- E- A- D

Run up on us if you wanna nigga,

get your bitch ass slid

Into a motherfucking coma,

yeah nigga

Like H- A- Dub- K say nigga,

we ain't gon play

We got the motherfucking K,

we ready to spray

With no delay,

feel me nigga Mo city Texas

Till a nigga gone, forever rolling with

my chrome

Nigga in the right state of mind,

again, again

Letting you punk ass niggas,

know about war

You know I'm saying,

niggas out here we glove or we can Glock it up

You know I'm saying ain't no

playing out here

It's gorillas for real,

lil' orangutan ass chipmunk ass niggas

Y'all better represent this to the fullest mayn,

this slab