[Intro]
Sentence should now-now be pronounced Ill ask that you stand for sentence please Mr. *** it is the sentence of the court that your custody be committed to the department of corrections for confinement of the *** state prisons without passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated

[Rick Ross]
War ready
You got shooters Ive got shooters
Weve got money
Lets do what them other niggas cant do
Mastermind
Nigga got a thousand guns nigga
If money is power nigga then Ive got millions of power nigga
F*ck with me nigga huh?

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
17 I was chargin niggas 17
Ridin clean youngest nigga in the Medell?n
Bomber green in that thang in the middle lane
Did some thangs for my niggas which I cant explain
Versace slippers 20 chains bitch Im Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye f*ck with my petty chains
F*ck what you heard for that bird Im 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

[Hook: Tracy T]
Killas on front line when youre war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when youre war ready
Just another mama crying when youre war ready
Just another homicide cause we war ready
Killas on the front line when youre war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when youre war ready
Just another mama crying cause were war ready
Just another homicide when youre war ready
War war war

[Interlude: Young Jeezy]
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 they could see this. Ill never fall for what I stand for.
This year Fernando. We could live today blood and die tonight cuz

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Box Chevy hit the block run the whole 50 shots
You just poppin til you know you cant pop em no more
We done came through the block and sold many color drops
And these mothaf*ckas think you cant drop em no more
All right a nigga put some change on your head
Damn right f*ck around clear my safe out
I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels
And you mothaf*ckin right this a safe house
Give me the K and a shovel Ill 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 wouldnt give a f*ck if they were sharin that nigga
You mothaf*ckas out here always talkin
Bout what another mothaf*cka said
Yeah I got that FNH when that mothaf*cka finna hostin
I aint out here to mothaf*ckin play
Why these f*ck niggas always cryin bout somethin?
Either youre livin like a ho or youre dyin bout somethin
Try to let that Rollie breathe but its hidin in my sleeve
Like that motherf*cker timid or shy about somethin
Tomorrow aint promised nigga roll up that weed
Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead
Start your own alphabet with all them Gs
Open up a hundred doors with all them keys
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 in his pocket 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 that ritalin get to rushin and them drums get to bussin
Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Follow in my footstep I was born to die a soldier
Nigga couldnt walk a mile found him naked in the river
Shout out to the Vice Lords shout out to my Blood nigga
Shout out to them GDs 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 f*ck nigga
Shoutout to my city too my clip hold a 62
Ridin down on 63 rest in peace to [?]
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 boy go die a bitch

[Hook]

[Outro]
War ready
If you aint ready to die about it
Dont even mention it to a nigga like me baby
I went from nothing nigga to $60 million nigga
Walking around in my motherf*ckin Belaire Rosé [?]
Evander Holyfields estate nigga
$25 million nigga
$6 million in marble $2 million in drapes
Another 5 in chandeliers
230 acres nigga
Thats just one of the many properties nigga
War ready
And Im 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?
Its hard to go to war with $70 million nigga
Read the obituary nigga
Print that motherf*cker in [?] nigga
Whats a hassa?
Whats a hassa?
Thats you haha
Im not gonna kill you though haha
Im not gonna kill you though haha
Hey Black kill this motherf*cker

[gun shots]