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letra de war ready - kenzo balla

[intro]
like, what? ah
every opp shot
like, everything dead
like, grrah
(yo, shani, let me hear that sh-t)
like, what? ah
(shani, spin this sh-t)
like, 5z on top, every opp shot, ah

[chorus]
push up on me, i don’t recommend
i got demons, they with me, tryna catch an m
put a beam on the sitchy, keep it when we bend
and we still moving swifty with one in the head
head tap, brain splat, he got put right to bed
die gz, die hat, b-tch, it’s 5th to the sev
if we miss, spin back just to make sure he dead
kb get back with the knocks and the dreads, like (ewok)
oh, i heard they want war, like, what they wanna do?
when we spin through the scene, we flockin’ you and you (like, what?)
you with your b-tch, we flockin’ at her too (grrah)
n-gga died with his chop, he ain’t know how to move (at all, at all)
ask about gpop, they sent him to the moon (gpop)
leg shot, mdot, they put him on the news (mdot)
new opp just died, i’m smokin’ on him too (like, what?)
smoke nay, crush fries and mix it with the lu (ah)
[verse]
it’s like, how many casualties we gotta cause? (too many)
and like, how many oppositions took a loss? (like, what?)
d’s on my body, knocker gettin’ tossed
and it’s free tg crippy, mr. pick em off (grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
big 5 block, the opps know what we on
i don’t know why they keep on dissin’ in they songs (every opp shot)
bl!ck gon’ bl!ck ’em, ray b, he gon’ ball
and we not gon’ stop cl!ckin’ ’til we hit ’em all (ah)
kenzo balla, the face of the bronx
don’t wanna admit it, but gotta accept it
super mb, forever gon’ ball
you don’t gotta like it, but gotta respect it
oh, they dissin’ jb in they songs?
i see that these lil’ n-ggas got a death wish
watch how you talkin’, it come with a cost
and that’s how that other n-gga got his head split (ah)
don’t talk, hop out, just grrah
hit him up, now that boy in the sky
opps in critical every time my n-ggas slide
we get physical, like, who really wanna die?
he was dissin’ us, then he got turned into ‘za
and f-ck 8th to the gates, all them boys do is die
i stopped smokin’ on rah ’cause he don’t get me high
few opps went out, suicide, them n-ggas fried, like
oh, they thinkin’ i’m playin’? we out up the block
any 4 that i see gettin’ dropped (die 4s)
oh, they think ’cause i rap, i stopped lettin’ it flock?
i’ma see they reaction when i up and pop
run into me, then you gon’ know my— (what?)
then you gon’ know my body, n-gga, i don’t bop
i’m tryna fl!ck, but they right by the cops
i’ma wait ’til the scene cool off and make it hot
die mitch, i swear they the dirtiest crips
all shots since them n-ggas droppin’ the 5th
new switch, i’m tryna make more than than one spliff
5 block, like, they know who got all the hits
like, ah, like, why n-ggas takin’ my sh-t?
like, ah, catch bloodie, take him off the list
with a makk and a cuzzy, tryna catch a blixk (ewok)
but the scene gettin’ ugly every time we blitz (ah)
[chorus]
push up on me, i don’t recommend
i got demons, they with me, tryna catch an m
put a beam on the sitchy, keep it when we bend
and we still moving swifty with one in the head
head tap, brain splat, he got put right to bed
die gz, die hat, b-tch, it’s 5th to the sev
if we miss, spin back just to make sure he dead
kb get back with the knocks and the dreads, like (ewok)
oh, i heard they want war, like, what they wanna do?
when we spin through the scene, we flockin’ you and you (like, what?)
you with your b-tch, we flockin’ at her too (grrah)
n-gga died with his chop, he ain’t know how to move (at all, at all)
ask about gpop, they sent him to the moon (gpop)
leg shot, mdot, they put him on the news (mdot)
new opp just died, i’m smokin’ on him too (like, what?)
smoke nay, crush fries and mix it with the lu (ah)

[outro]
grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
every opp shot
like, ah
like, what?
like, 5z on top
every opp shot, everything dead, ah

- kenzo balla

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