Ready 4 War Songtext / Lyric

Ridin' with death.

We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.

I'm ready for war.

My nigga now, Maje, these niggas is after me, murder redrum,

redrum, redrum.

You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the

next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop. Pop, pop, put

'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott. Top closin' down onyour

caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' inwork

since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in ahearse, see and

I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of myslugs, f**kin'

with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what? Bone niggasfin to

do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course,

I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport. Your

ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hityou

with levels beyond your control. My mama never raised no punksor

hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough. I know

y'all muthaf**kas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin'

muthaf**kas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, Ibe down to

ride, yeah.

I'm ready for war.

Ridin' with death.

We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.

I'm a relent and infuriated that you hated and the pap pap, can'tfade it, we

stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, getshakin', deeply

dreamin' about this dream, and my dad told me he was (?), droppedto the

floor, (...?...) woman, wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin'while turnin'

around, and blastin', better buck 'em, f**k 'em, then came back, them

fools didn't like that I was ready for more. Is that all yougot? Heard the

Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said Ismoke

and snatchin' purses, (you were vicinity, now told me) bitchclonin' little

Eazy's niggas, so f**k you, you weren't original, mono y monoain't no

subliminal. Hey, when a regime in fatigues be ready to bleedeven when

they sleep, then catch me, cops. He must have seen. Then, gonnacatch

your ass next weekend.

I'm ready for war.

Ridin' with death.

We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.

My mental seduction run your whole sound suction. Abduction oflyrics

is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, fourgenerics lost in a

prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in. Mark-ass copycat,

incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shitlike

microchips. I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when

your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.

Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm outta this, live of alifetime. The

shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead. All I

really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloodyred, and you

shoot the spot and got gone, f**kin' with the mastermind of alltime. Let

a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til1999--criminal

minded. Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, butcan't see

me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every movea

nigga makin' on T.V. Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1better check

the score. Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'mready

for you hoes, we'll have to show.

When the ghetto need me, I'll be waited 'til the scripture pinchya, little

Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Henessey,(...?...)

zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal withautomatic, let

you have it, you don't want to see any evil. Muthaf**ka, I'lltake it to the

people, then I will meet you at the funeral. Get 'em up. BizzyMafioso.

No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with withguns,

I'll serve you hoes. When they call, niggas hit the road andwhen they get

killed, I'm a get your soul.

You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me. Yes, they want

to give me bloody body--buck, pumpin' a couple of slugs insideme. But

I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' themthangs.

All you gets none. Static's automatic fun, want some? Come, come,

come, execution, redrum,-rum. See what you see in myeyes--murder,

murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die. No onewas able

to find them, 'cause there bodies went up in a fire. f**k theyfamily, try

to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats. Nigga better

believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah. Shoot 'em upquick

in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet thatyou bent

it. We sent it. I'll attest for the murder. Real shit--wedealt it. You

thought you was flippin', you got KO'd. Ring-a-ling-a-ling, getthat ass

up outta there. The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a

couple a niggas asses, gotta take confrontations, still blasted, locked in

the state penetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make yourmoney

baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you

get high, don't let haters run up.