Letra Ready for war Drag-On

Ready for war

[styles paniro]
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 dont 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 dont care if Im poor or rich
So I dont care about these niggas and the law and shit
And Ill probably get shot for being a wild nigga
Youll probably get shot for being a foul nigga
Lets talk about slugs and the drugs we deal
Boys fight, men kill, get they money and chill
Real recognize real I aint sayin a word
Doin 80 in the m that means Im stayin in third
With a bitch playin shottie ak in the third

[sheek louch]
Dont 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
Yall cant see me like the tints on the presidents car
I know niggas dont like me and my friends wanna flip
Thats why Im on some extra all about sheek shit
Your money, sheek shit, your bitch, sheek shit
Only thing Im gonna share is these bullets here
Bitch ass thats for frontin now dont say I never gave you nothin
Im greedy, go head, dont say I never saved you somethin
Pack gun nigga but dont want no stack
I drink straight liquor til I forget where Im at
I dont play no games nigga, drugs my cupation
In a building hustlin thats sheeks play station
Motherfuckers wanna ride by and ice grill
Change that to ice dick, show me motherfucker that you can kill

Hook: styles paniro
17 shots in a clip, 28 grams in an ounce
Everybody bounce, 26 inch hues on a truck
36 os 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

[jadakiss]
Yall niggas better find out whos your man
It dont 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 neverll fail
Live by the three rules you make it, or be dead or in jail
And I aint really got much but Im up on cats
And kiss dont just spit I throw up on tracks
Double r now bitch you see the princess cut
Im in a 2000 big boy the tense is up
Yall niggas is soft, catch me with the semi
Underneath the fendi, sweater, skully, and scarf
Make sure you dont say nothing to jay
And keep your dirt, I dont smoke nothin but hays
Ima do this the old way get it while I can get it
As much as I can get then ima go my own way

[drag-on]
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
Ima come back with wraps on my face, blastin an eighth
February 8th, thats the day
You better cop like its crack, or get masking taped til you suffocate
Bitches, yall gettin your feelings hurt
2000 I aint fuckin no more, Im makin bitches jerk til I squirt
All my bitches work, like upside down from the poles
Lift that skirt, give this dick what its 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 til the bangs is flyin

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