Rick Ross - War Ready (feat. Young Jeezy) скачать mp3

[Pre-Intro: Skit] Sentence should now-now be pronounced I'll ask that you stand for sentence, please. Mr. *** it is the sentence of the court that your custody be committed to the department of corrections for confinement of the *** state prisons without possibility of parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated [Intro: Rick Ross] War ready You got shooters, I’ve got shooters We’ve got money Let’s do what them other niggas can’t do Mastermind, uhh, uhh Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga (Dade County) If money is power, nigga, then I’ve got millions of power, nigga Hahaha! Miami shit Fuck with me nigga, huh? [Verse 1: Rick Ross] 17 I was chargin' niggas 17 Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah War ready, the game just wanna take my life War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight War ready, fast cash above the law War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk [Hook: Tracy T] Killas on front line when you're war ready Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready Just another mama cryin' when you're war ready Just another homicide cause we war ready Killas on the front line when you're war ready Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready Just another mama cryin' cause we're war ready Just another homicide when you're war ready War, war, war [Interlude: Young Jeezy] A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this Yeah I wish Shake could see this I'll never fall for what I stand for This here for Nando We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more We done came through the block in so many colored drops And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more All right, a nigga put some change on your head Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop? Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga You mothafuckas out here always talkin' 'bout what another mothafucka said Yeah, I got that FNH with that mothafuckin' Fendi holster I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'? Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin' Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin' Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead Start your own alphabet with all them G's Open up a hundred doors with all them ki's Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady When adrenaline get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin' Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier Nigga couldn't walk a mile,