Sentence should now-now be pronounced I'll 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 possibility of parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated
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War ready
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You got shooters, I've got shooters
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We've got money
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Let's do what them other niggas can't do
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Mastermind
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Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga
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If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga
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Fuck with me nigga, huh?
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Did I hear somebody say war?
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Do you know what I came for?
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Work and take everything all day
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Catch them niggas from the M.I.A.
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Cut that nigga, I don't motherfucking play
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Bust that nigga with that motherfucking cage
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Dropping up from Gange, I'm never finding trouble
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That I had to kill me like Osama
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You're fucked, nigga, you've got my number
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I ain't with that shit this summer
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Pop a heart, nigga, I'mma dial something
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Realest nigga, y'all niggas are men
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Don't give a fuck, nigga, that nigga done sin
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They missed their complaint at the chopper
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Pastor Disaster, I do this for real
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I have the key on, I'm ready to kill
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I am not weak, and you know that I will
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Think that I'm poor? You know how I feel
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Bitch, h.a.d., I do this for you
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I'mma stay real and I'mma stay true
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Take it for business, they do what they do!
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Huh, I'm done!
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17 I was chargin' niggas 17
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Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín
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Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane
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Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain
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Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane
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Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
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Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
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Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah
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War ready, the game just wanna take my life
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War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight
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War ready, fast cash above the law
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War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk
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(Hook)
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Killas on front line when you're war ready
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Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
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Just another mama cryin' when you're war ready
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Just another homicide cause we war ready
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Killas on the front line when you're war ready
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Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
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Just another mama cryin' cause we're war ready
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Just another homicide when you're war ready
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War, war, war
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A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
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21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
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I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this
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Yeah I wish Shake could see this
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I'll never fall for what I stand for
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This here for Nando
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We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz
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Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots
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You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more
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We done came through the block and sold many color drops
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And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more
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All right, a nigga put some change on your head
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Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out
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I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels
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And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house
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Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga
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Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga
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What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?
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Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga
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You mothafuckas out here always talkin'
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'Bout what another mothafucka said
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Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'
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I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play
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Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
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Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'
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Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve
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Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'
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Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed
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Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead
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Start your own alphabet with all them G's
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Open up a hundred doors with all them keys
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Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
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Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run
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Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter
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Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper
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Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set
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Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady
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When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'
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Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready
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Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier
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Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the Rover
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Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga
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Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?
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Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga
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I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga
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Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62
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Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to Flue Nicku
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Heroin and quinine
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Cut that bitch a thousand times
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Phone call said he need a brick
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I text him back, "Come stand in line"
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You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch
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Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch
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(War ready
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If you ain't ready to die about it
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Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby
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I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga
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Walking around in my motherfuckin' Bell Air Roze
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Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga
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$25 million, nigga
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$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes
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Another 5 in chandeliers
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230 acres, nigga
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That's just one of the many properties, nigga
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War ready
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And I'm down to die 'bout that
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We gon' ride 'bout that
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So you know we ready to slide 'bout that
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Cut that check, nigga
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Whatcha money like, huh?
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It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga
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Read the obituary, nigga
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Print that motherfucker in [Italian?], nigga
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What's a hassa?
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What's a hassa?
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That's you, haha
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I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha
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I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha
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Hey Black, kill this motherfucker)
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War Ready (Remix)
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| Pastor Troy |
