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letra de ready for war - drag on

[styles paniro]
yo, yo i could keep my eyes closed, still reading the signs
young n-gg-s think they hungry then you feed em a nine
might kidnap they -ss start feedin em swine
so i don’t feel bad when i gut em like a pig
beat him down, stomp him out, cut him like he big
you hear the att-tude i say f-ck being humble
you act like a animal you stuck in the jungle
n-gg-s don’t care if i’m poor or rich
so i don’t care about these n-gg-s and the law and sh-t
and i’ll probably get shot for being a wild n-gg-
you’ll probably get shot for being a foul n-gg-
let’s 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 i’m stayin in third
with a b-tch playin shottie ak in the third

[sheek louch]
don’t worry bout what i make worry ’bout can you escape
’cause when i bust my guns bring more action than roll take
nickel your hallway, i got aim from far
y’all can’t see me like the tints on the president’s car
i know n-gg-s don’t like me and my friends wanna flip
that’s why i’m on some extra all about sheek sh-t
your money, sheek sh-t, your b-tch, sheek sh-t
only thing i’m gonna share is these bullets here
b-tch -ss that’s for frontin now don’t say i never gave you nothin
i’m greedy, go head, don’t say i never saved you somethin
pack gun n-gg- but don’t want no stack
i drink straight liquor til i forget where i’m at
i don’t play no games n-gg-, drugs my ‘cupation
in a building hustlin that’s sheek’s play station
motherf-ckers wanna ride by and ice grill
change that to ice d-ck, show me motherf-cker 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 o’s in a key, everybody ree
murder one felons with the glocks, 24 hours on the block
bodies gettin dropped, 5000 n-gg-s actin live
5000 n-gg-s gotta die, everybody better ride

[jadakiss]
y’all n-gg-s better find out who’s your man
it don’t 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 never’ll fail
live by the three rules you make it, or be dead or in jail
and i aint really got much but i’m up on cats
and kiss don’t just spit i throw up on tracks
double r now b-tch you see the princess cut
i’m in a 2000 big boy the tense is up
y’all n-gg-s is soft, catch me with the semi
underneath the fendi, sweater, skully, and scarf
make sure you don’t say nothing to jay
and keep your dirt, i don’t smoke nothin but hays
i’ma do this the old way get it while i can get it
as much as i can get then i’ma go my own way

[drag-on]
ayo i keep my guns like laundry
i dump a load, make n-gg-s fold, watch em die, and let em drip dry
gon spill pints from n-gg-s, my rapid fire put n-gg-s in black attire
stuffed in the he-rs-, then dumped in the dirt
i live eternal, ’cause if drag p-ss away
i’ma come back with wraps on my face, blastin an eighth
february 8th, that’s the day
you better cop like it’s crack, or get masking taped til you suffocate
b-tches, y’all gettin your feelings hurt
2000 i aint f-ckin no more, i’m makin b-tches jerk til i squirt
all my b-tches work, like upside down from the poles
lift that skirt, give this d-ck what it’s worth
double r, see the icicles on the chest
hungry n-gg-s come sn-tchin, 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

hook 2x

- drag on

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