You ready?
A'ight, let's get it
Ready for war, militant-minded, I'm a young soldier
If you don't feel it in the air, you need to come closer
I got dreams of being better than a young H.O.V.A
But where I'm from, even ya family give you cold shoulders
They put your dreams in the back seat
Until somebody open the door and notice you nah family
They need to cool it with that fake love
I was raised by real killers and drug dealers not fake thugs
I ain't political but mama acting lyrical
We could be shoulder to shoulder, but I ain't feeling you
We could be face to face, but I ain't hearing you
I'm hitting point-blank range, so I ain't missing you
And I done seen a lot of lame shit
Like two niggas getting killed over the same bitch, yeah
And everybody screaming same thang
From my hood, to your hood, we screamin' gang-gang, yeah
I'm waiting for you to change on me
Like everybody in my past you ain't the same homie
Niggas started acting different when I put them chains on me
Got a lil' money and them bitches and that fame homie
Now I'm walking around paranoid clutching heavy
'Cause if he acting flakey, getting buried
I'm from the city, I ain't no bitch and I ain't scary
It's kinda odd when you ain't got yo' parents ain't no fairy's
Ready for war, kick the down door shoot
Put your mask on, lace up your boots
Fuck the other side, 'cause they know we the truth
And bitch we run the whole city, you can see the proof
And we done lost some brothers on this road
That's why my brother walking around with a dirty pole, whoa
And I can't tell him shit, that's just how the way we was raised
Fuck bitches get money, we straight
Who you gon' run to when the sun goes down?
Dead bodies, mama, crying don't come around
Pay attention, nigga, step it up
And if your friend envy you, that boy might set you up
Hey, like a pool they might wet you up
Yeah, fuck nigga what you flexing for
And you better keep your head on the swivel
Yea, 'cause they might just try to kill you
Ready for war, militant-minded, I'm a young soldier
If you don't feel it in the air, you need to come closer
I got dreams of being better than a young H.O.V.A
But where I'm from, even ya family give you cold shoulders
They put your dreams in the back seat
Until somebody open the door and notice you na family
They need to cool it with that fake love
I was raised by real killers and drug dealers not fake thugs
I ain't political but mama acting lyrical
We could be shoulder to shoulder, but I ain't feeling you
We could be face to face, but I ain't hearing you
I'm hitting point-blank range, so I ain't missing you
And I done seen a lot of lame shit
Like two niggas getting killed over the same bitch, yeah
And everybody screaming same thang
From my hood, to your hood, we screamin' gang-gang, yeah
30 clip, drop his whip, whoa
And ain't no cheats, got a lotta of bullets lets reload
We treat the 'jects like the stores we ain't never closed
Before a football I seen weed, base, and blow
And I'm going to war for all my brothers, that's some real shit
And if you wasn't in them trenches, you won't feel this
Just treat his head like a tool and hit the kill switch
You could give a nigga everything and he'll still switch
Major smoke with this nigga I went to school with
Can't let 'em kill me 'cause my momma ain't have two kids
Go to busting at his top like he got two lids
Catch a body, don't show my teeth like I'm toothless
Ice Cube, Eazy-E, we some ruthless
These ain't not Nike's on my feet, so you can't do this
And I won't change up on my brothers that's a no, no
And I still got that M1-6 by the front door
(Yeah) yo, yo, yo
Yeah, ready for war run down shoot
He catch ya mans, you know just what to do
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