Testo Ready For War

[Styles Paniro]Yo, yo I could keep my eyes closed, still reading the signsYoung niggas think they hungry then you feed em a nineMight kidnap they ass start feedin em swineSo I don't feel bad when I gut em like a pigBeat him down, stomp him out, cut him like he bigYou hear the attitude I say fuck being humbleYou act like a animal you stuck in the jungleNiggas don't care if I'm poor or richSo I don't care about these niggas and the law and shitAnd I'll probably get shot for being a wild niggaYou'll probably get shot for being a foul niggaLet's talk about slugs and the drugs we dealBoys fight, men kill, get they money and chillReal recognize real I aint sayin a wordDoin 80 in the M that means I'm stayin in thirdWith a bitch playin shottie AK in the third[Sheek Louch]Don't worry bout what I make worry 'bout can you escapeCuz when I bust my guns bring more action than roll takeNickel your hallway, I got aim from farY'all can't see me like the tints on the president's carI know niggas don't like me and my friends wanna flipThat's why I'm on some extra all about Sheek shitYour money, Sheek shit, your bitch, Sheek shitOnly thing I'm gonna share is these bullets hereBitch ass that's for frontin now don't say I never gave you nothinI'm greedy, go head, don't say I never saved you somethinPack gun nigga but don't want no stackI drink straight liquor til I forget where I'm atI don't play no games nigga, drugs my 'cupationIn a building hustlin that's Sheek's play stationMotherfuckers wanna ride by and ice grillChange that to ice dick, show me motherfucker that you can killHOOK: Styles Paniro17 shots in a clip, 28 grams in an ounceEverybody bounce, 26 inch hues on a truck36 O's in a key, everybody reeMurder One felons with the glocks, 24 hours on the blockBodies gettin dropped, 5000 niggas actin live5000 niggas gotta die, everybody better ride[Jadakiss]Y'all niggas better find out who's your manIt don't work in the hood you could fool your fansFew bullets in your jeans soon to ruin your plansThen I show up at the wake and boo-hoo at your famIf you like me you never'll failLive by the three rules you make it, or be dead or in jailAnd I aint really got much but I'm up on catsAnd Kiss don't just spit I throw up on tracksDouble R now bitch you see the princess cutI'm in a 2000 big boy the tense is upY'all niggas is soft, catch me with the semiUnderneath the Fendi, sweater, skully, and scarfMake sure you don't say nothing to JayAnd keep your dirt, I don't smoke nothin but haysI'ma do this the old way get it while I can get itAs much as I can get then I'ma go my own way[Drag-On]Ayo I keep my guns like laundryI dump a load, make niggas fold, watch em die, and let em drip dryGon spill pints from niggas, my rapid fire put niggas in black attireStuffed in the hearse, then dumped in the dirtI live eternal, cuz if Drag pass awayI'ma come back with wraps on my face, blastin an eighthFebruary 8th, that's the dayYou better cop like it's crack, or get masking taped til you suffocateBitches, y'all gettin your feelings hurt2000 I aint fuckin no more, I'm makin bitches jerk til I squirtAll my bitches work, like upside down from the polesLift that skirt, give this dick what it's worthDouble R, see the icicles on the chestHungry niggas come snatchin, I throw bullets run catch emRuff Ryder scene Drag the fireBut we could take it swingin them irons til the bangs is flyinHOOK 2X