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letra de ready 4 war - s.l.a.b.

(-talking-)
the youngest guerilla in here mayn, young dyno
in here with trae, d and s.l.a.b
we representing this to the fullest mayn, ak’s loaded
and c-cked, but now the clip’s ready to peel on a punk

[hook -]
y’all n-ggas better run, we ready for war
this ain’t no game we off the chain, and playing it raw
speaking my name you better quit, ‘fore you lose your jaw
s-l-a-b that’s on my life, we ready for war

y’all n-ggas better run, we ready for war
this ain’t no game we off the chain, and playing it raw
speaking my name you better quit, ‘fore you lose your jaw
s-l-a-b that’s on my life, we ready for war

[z-ro]
who gon represent for texas, like i represent for texas
and who this n-gga talking down on dirty south, n-ggas rapping reckless
scared took him out of the hotel, cause when ro sw-ng ro swell
eyebrows and jaws, so in my presence mr. don’t tell
i’m a motherf-cking murderer, you the w-nksta
popping that gangsta sh-t on the radio, and it’s disturbing you
big moe n-gga that’s my big dog, and my love ain’t never gon withdrawal
so we cl!cked up coming to get y’all, my n-gga ja said you’s a b-tch dog
i’m a soldier, these n-ggas ain’t never gon learn
f-cking with the fire b-tch n-gga you freezing, then you burn
this is m-o-e, murder of everything in front of us
and can’t n0body stop it, because the reaper’s coming to cancel every one of us
and it’s all gravy, all of my n-ggas are hard plus we all crazy
wishing i can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the lord save me
f-ck a n-gga named 50 cent, you nothing but change
i’m a whole dolla n-gga, hanging one in your brain

[lil’ c]
now can you picture c smoke out choked out, with guerilla maab
mob figgas representing, and we here to do the job
got my step-on n-gga shoes on, ‘case it get dirty
cause man it’s going down, in the thirty
it’s for war thirty, f-ck president bush
if he was close to the edge, then i’ll give him a push
and do this whole world a favor, hey there howdy neighbor
sh-t, i’m sorry i took so long to save you
i was getting my d-ck sucked, by my secretary
she asked me my sign, i told her b-tch aires
i stay on barbary and scott, 5000 block
i paint the white house black, and start renting it out

[archie lee]
in this underground game, i’m rolling with s.l.a.b
black h2 hummers, when we holding the ave
got a itching trigga finger, when i’m holding my strap
n-gga they call me hit man, don’t get your wig pushed back
man some of these n-ggas, is b-tches too
steady riding my d-ck, like b-tches do
you a gangsta or a hoe, n-gga which is you
archie lee been real, before i had a crew
get it right don’t get it wrong, i stay’s in the zone
plus my piece got yellow stones, like i stayed on the stone
i spit that hood sh-t, that wood sh-t
hershelwood for life, matter fact it’s all good b-tch

[trae]
i heard a n-gga in the game, was saying my name
but now my glock is fully loaded, and ready to aim
s-l-a-b until i’m gone, and i’m repping it strong
you don’t wanna see these gorillas, running up in your home
everybody better clear the lot, when the lights off
i set it off, when i luger ride for the cause
and f-ck the law, i’ma mash till i’m finished and done
and when it’s all said and done, i’ma be number one
and i bet that i’m a soldier that’ll fold you, i done told you
n-ggas getting ran over, in a rover
trae forever staying sober, like a jehovah
witness i’m at your door brah, door brah

[dougie d]
let’s take it, to the streets
any one of you, motherf-ckers got beef
i will fill you, with heat
get the nine millimeter fitted up in my denim, on my creep
who that wanna do that, b-tch or come through that
and sweep up, that street
i’m a motherf-cking g, and b-tch you gon listen to me
when i speak, ain’t got no time to try to be friendly
motherf-ckers, must didn’t hear me
move around b-tch, before you feel me
we smoke em, and choke em
then fry a motherf-cker, just like a poker
the game is now over, be the next
to the thoedest cats or now open, are you playing with me boy
watch a n-gga bob and weave, and then we break jaw
we ain’t barring no law
snap rugged and rough, and playing this game raw
b-tch we ready for war, anybody running up is bound to get scarred
d-o-u-g i are, dropping bombs up on you b-tches going hard

[lil’ b]
these n-ggas be plexing and talking down, on a g -ss n-gga
sweet pea -ss n-gga, f-ck around and catch the heat -ss n-gga
beefing with me a n-gga named b, you silly rabbits finna see
a guerilla thriller will k!ll a n-gga, in these h-town streets
ready for war boy we raw, i thought i told you cats
who was the n-gga that had to bust, and make the crowd move back
never slacking or lacking, still attacking like i’m sadaam
set it off like the chirp that’s going off, on the alarm
doing harm n-gga we swarm, on any and every hater in sight
f-ck around and call a n-gga teddy, steady turning off your lights
night lights gon get burned, f-cking with paper that i earned
s.l.a.b. gladiating on hating, see you cats gon learn

[jay’ton]
it’s jay’ton, motherf-ckers and if they don’t know the name
from the wild wild west, slugging em like jesse james
dog better get the f-ck back, ‘fore i f-ck around and leave a n-gga flat
with a cardiac heart attack, slugs stuck off in your back
see i ain’t tripping mayn, i’m one of the young guerillas
that’s stacking scrilla, slash a k!lla cause i’m a made n-gga
you don’t wanna get hauled on, or straight cl!cked on
i’ve been a g ever since the day, that i left home

[trae]
s-l-a-b, one of these motherf-ckers finna see
i’ve been a sad cat with a fat cat all the way back, still spitting with heat
one of the rap game phenomenon’s, me and my cl!ck be ready for war
you better get your entourage, ‘fore you get calicoes through your car
or you’ll get a 44 to your jaw, ain’t no love boxing we raw
and if you really think that we playing, step in the ring so you can get scarred
guerillas ready for havoc, on a mission to let you have it
to tell the truth i done had it, this game is really fin to get tragic
i ain’t having when i’m busting on first and ten, i’ma be rushing
till a n-gga left with concussions, bring the end of discussion dog
you don’t wanna get me p-ssed off or ticked off your -ss is fin to get p-ssed on
not dissed on but cl!cked on, for stepping inside my zone

[mr. 3-2]
50 cent, baby that’s nothing but chump change
shooting slugs at my partna, disrespecting the game
so feel this verbal cocaine, your whole tape was trash
now the whole screwed up cl!ck, gon beat that -ss
so when you come in h-town, don’t hide behind your circle
we gon tear the club up, leave both your eyes purple
hurt you b-tch n-gga, that’s from the boss man
i’m known for slapping boys, knocking em out with my hands
understand bow down, and show some respect
we cl!cked up and heated, with knifes hanging round our neck
i’m a cold blooded k!lla, do a murder for the price
so call the ambulance, and put this b-tch up on some ice

(-z-ro talking-)
2k3, s-l-a-b, slow loud and bangin’
in your motherf-cking face, in your motherf-cking trunk
h-ll naw, it ain’t gon never stop n-gga
we don’t know how to stop, so sh-t we just gon
keep going, and matter fact this hoe -ss n-gga 50 cent
b-tch you ain’t nothing but two quarters n-gga
we made change out of your b-tch -ss, n-gga
we hold dolla bills round this b-tch, holding
ain’t a god d-mn thang stolen
big moe, that’s my motherf-cking n-gga for l-i-f-e
so f-ck you n-ggas, till you d-e-a-d
run up on us if you wanna n-gga, get your b-tch -ss slid
into a motherf-cking coma, yeah n-gga
like h-a-dub-k say n-gga, we ain’t gon play
we got the motherf-cking k, we ready to spray
with no delay, feel me n-gga mo city texas
till a n-gga gone, forever rolling with my chrome

(-dyno talking-)
n-gga in the right state of mind, again again
letting you punk -ss n-ggas, know about war
you know i’m saying, n-ggas out here we glove or
we can glock it up, you know i’m saying ain’t no playing out here
it’s gorillas for real, lil’ orangutan -ss chipmunk -ss n-ggas
y’all better represent this to the fullest mayn, this s.l.a.b
b-tches understand this mayn, all that talking down
running the diarrhea out your mouth, get something to talk about
cause a n-gga’ll slap your track out b-tch, you know i’m saying
hoe -ss n-ggas, trying to ride red n-ggas know ike painting
ain’t like ike’s know i’m saying, do what you like

- s l a b

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