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Ready4War (Album Version (Explicit))
Sheek Louch
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All I got is my word and my balls
And I don't break 'em for nobody
I bought a shotgun, straight out a sports stony
About to make me a nice sawed off shotty
I got a shotgun, check
Got a vest on my chest, check
Got a million in the bank, check
And I'm ready for war, for war
All the talk around the hood, they say Sheek got crack
Fast cars like they come with parachutes in the back
50 Piece roll, rosery beads, yellow gold
When I'm gone write the book, best story ever told
I reload and dump the nine out
I hide you in the bushes, it be months before they even find out
My status don't change, but the hood still remains
Money got bigger, my bars is cocaine
Bowling alley loop, try to stay up in my lane
I just got off the plane, look already getting brain
If I ain't in the hood, that means I'm probably on tour
I still be in the front, but in front of my store
Yack on my breath, ask the navigation
Tell the meter make a left, D Block to the death
Yeah, this that murda, murda, murda
And all that other shit you never heard of
All I got is my word and my balls
And I don't break 'em for nobody
I bought a shotgun, straight out a sports stony
About to make me a nice sawed off shotty
I got a shotgun, check
Got a vest on my chest, check
Got a million in the bank, check
And I'm ready for war, for war
Yeah, fame and fortune, guns and murda, cocaine use
My environment, I run with niggas that's mad loose
Yack or Ciroc, but these bitches prefer Goose
Clap on your block till the old heads call truce
Razor in my mouth like I'm giant with the blade
Razor in my hand like I'm nice with a fade
A lotta green on us like St. Pat's parade
Don Don about to blow up, grenade
Yeah, oxycontins and percocets
Couple nine millimeters and baby tecs
You can tell the way I act, a nigga from the 'jects
The way I throw that money up, she wanna give me sex
All I got is my word and my balls
And I don't break 'em for nobody
I bought a shotgun, straight out a sports stony
About to make me a nice sawed off shotty
I got a shotgun, check
Got a vest on my chest, check
Got a million in the bank, check
And I'm ready for war, for war
Ayo, Teflon, velcro, listenin' to lil' niggas rap
They don't know from the ass to the elbow
Now I'm next to valet, satellite radio
About to put your brains on the floor, spaghettios
Sour on car, orange mustang
Green interior, looking like fall
A whole bunch of shooters, gun on my laptop
Donnie mac the apple, and I don't mean computers
All I got is my word and my balls
And I don't break 'em for nobody
I bought a shotgun, straight out a sports stony
About to make me a nice sawed off shotty
I got a shotgun, check
Got a vest on my chest, check
Got a million in the bank, check
And I'm ready for war, for war
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