War Ready Rick Ross (Ft. Jeezy & Tracy T)

[Produced by Mike WiLL Made It]

[Pre-Intro: Skit]
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

[Intro: Rick Ross & Tracy T]
War ready
You got shooters, I got shooters
We got money
Let’s do what them other niggas can’t do though
Mastermind, uh, uh
Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga (War, Dade County)
And if money is power, nigga
I got millions of power, nigga, huh (Hahahaha, Miami shit)
Fuck with me nigga, huh? (War, war, war)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Seventeen, I was chargin' niggas seventeen
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, twenty 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 ya
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 masks when them choppers talk