Ft. Jeezy

[Intro]

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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated
War ready
You got shooters

I've got shooters
We've got money
Let's do what them other ^!$$%s can't do

Mastermind
^!$$% got a thousand guns, ^!$$%
If money is power, ^!$$%, then I've got millions of power, ^!$$%

$#&@ with me ^!$$%, huh?
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
17 I was chargin' ^!$$%s 17

Ridin' clean, youngest ^!$$% in the Medellín
Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane
Did some thangs for my ^!$$%s which I can't explain

Versace slippers, 20 chains, (*##$ I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, $#&@ with my petty chains
$#&@ what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty ^!$$%

Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my life
War ready, #~!!@ 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 you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama crying 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 crying cause we're war ready
Just another homicide when you're war ready
War, war, war

[Interlude: Young Jeezy]
A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real ^!$$% dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe. I know a lot of ^!$$%s gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll 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 can't pop 'em no more
We done came through the block and sold many color drops

And these motha$#&@as think you can't drop 'em no more
All right, a ^!$$% put some change on your head
Damn right, $#&@ around, clear my safe out

I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels
And you motha$#&@in' right, this a safe house
Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that ^!$$%

Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that ^!$$%
What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?
Look I wouldn't give a $#&@ if they were sharin' that ^!$$%

You motha$#&@as out here always talkin'
'Bout what another motha$#&@a said
Yeah I got that F&H when that motha$#&@a [?] hostin'

I ain't out here to motha$#&@in' play
Why these $#&@ ^!$$%s 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 mother$#&@er timid or shy about somethin'
Tomorrow ain't promised, ^!$$% 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 keys

Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court date, now my ^!$$% on the run
Big %#@! poppin' in his pocket like a lighter

%#@! bag leave a grown ^!$$% in a diaper
Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set
Let it go, yeah hold that (*##$ steady

When [?] get to wrestlin' and them drums get to bussin'
Yeah I hope you #~!!@ ^!$$%s war ready
[Hook: Tracy T]

Killas on front line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama crying 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 crying cause we're war ready
Just another homicide when you're war ready

War, war, war
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier
^!$$% couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the [?]
Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood ^!$$%

Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, ^!$$%?
Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, ^!$$%
I could die a thousand times, will never die a $#&@ ^!$$%
Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62
Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to [?]

!#@# and quinine
Cut that (*##$ a thousand times
[?] said he need a brick
I text him back, ?Come stand in line?
You went out of town so I had to wack your (*##$

Never came back, #~!!@ boy go like a (*##$
[Hook: Tracy T]
Killas on front line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama crying 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 crying cause we're war ready
Just another homicide when you're war ready
War, war, war