Текст песни: War Ready + перевод

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?

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

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

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

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

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

War ready, 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' and it’s sparkin' 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

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

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier

Nigga couldn’t walk a mile, found him naked in his Rover

Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga

Shout out to them GD’s, where that Crip love, nigga?

Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga

I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga

Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62

Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to Fluty Coupe

Heroin and quinine

Cut that bitch a thousand times

Phone call said he need a brick

I text him back, «Come stand in line»

You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch

Never came back, pussy boi, go die a bitch

Killas on front line when you’re war ready (War ready)

Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you’re war ready (If you ain’t ready to

die about it)

Just another mama cryin' when you’re war ready (Don't even mention it to a

nigga like me, baby)

Just another homicide cause we war ready (I went from nothing, nigga,

to $ 60 million, nigga)

Killas on the front line when you’re war ready (Walking around in my

motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé)

Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you’re war ready (Evander Holyfield’s

estate, nigga, ($ 6 million in marble, $ 2 million in drapes, $ 25 million, nigga)

Just another mama cryin' cause we’re war ready (Another 5 in chandeliers)

Just another homicide when you’re war ready (230 acres, nigga)

Whoa, whoa, whoa! (That's just one of the many properties, nigga)

War ready

If you ain’t ready to die about it

Don’t even mention it to a nigga like me, baby

I went from nothing, nigga, to $ 60 million, nigga

Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé

Evander Holyfield’s estate, nigga

$ 25 million, nigga

$ 6 million in marble, $ 2 million in drapes

Another 5 in chandeliers

230 acres, nigga

That’s just one of the many properties, nigga

War ready

And I’m down to die 'bout that

We gon' ride 'bout that

So you know we ready to slide 'bout that

Cut that check, nigga

Whatcha money like, huh?

It’s hard to go to war with $ 70 million, nigga

Read the obituary, nigga

Print that motherfucker in Italian, nigga

What’s a hassa?

What’s a hassa?

That’s you, haha

I’m not gonna kill you, though, haha

I’m not gonna kill you, though, haha

Hey Black, kill this motherfucker