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ready for war - blockwork lyrics

[intro]
grrah, like, d*mn
grrah, grrah, d*mn, d*mn, d*mn, d*mn
grrah

[verse 1]
talkin’ hot, you better not do that
like, you not a ’ooter, boy, you need to chill
i lost my brother, you never been through that
you can get signed if you not from the hill
spin through, i’ma hang out the whip
i shoot, bro got the wheel
spin the block while i’m smokin’ on chill
like, you can get popped like a pill
die 40, y’all lil’ n*ggas kids
i see spongy, he not gonna live
if i throw five, ray throw six, like, d*mn
i’m a g put an o in his wig
black truck, we gon’ slide where he live
lotti boppin’, i’m punchin’ my hip
he tried to run, he tripped
laydotty, he was runnin’ and sh*t
kar p*ssy, he runnin’ his lips
if you run into me, i’ma empty the clip
and i move, i don’t wanna play
papers, grabba, roll up blay
he got shot, he was walkin’ away
f*ck it, bet he ain’t walkin’ the same
[chorus]
i’m the sh*t, know you heard of me
stay with my gun, you can’t murder me
catch a body, that’s third degree
i can’t wait ‘til i run into murda b
grrah, grrah, grrah
i’m the sh*t, know you heard of me
stay with my gun, you can’t murder me
catch a body, that’s third degree
i can’t wait ’til i run into—

[verse 2]
no snakes, i keep the grass
spin the two, i’m smokin’ on matt
yus gz got shot in his ass
he got shot by a cop, brand new pack
roll some marky ’cause i smoke from the least
b*tch, i feel like dwayne from the heat
i wanna see all my real n*ggas eat
what you say? i got on my feet

[chorus]
b*tch, i’m the sh*t, know you heard of me
stay with my gun, you can’t murder me
i catch a body, that’s third degree
i can’t wait ‘til i run into murda b
b*tch, i’m the sh*t, know you heard of me
stay with my gun, you can’t murder me
catch a body, that’s third degree
i can’t wait ’til i run into—
[verse 3]
buy a bag for my b*tch i’m not cheap
try to run, you got shot in your feet
three opps got shot in a week
leroy, gatti, beanz, like—
pop a thirty, on bro, i’ma tweak
like a nerd, i’m ‘bout to geek
no face, no case, b*tch, i got a ski
no fee, she suckin’ for free
maybe not for you, but she do it for me
ridin’ dirty, i stay with my gleesh
lay, nazzy, rippy, like, all of them n*ggas deceased
everything dead, i don’t wanna see peace
mama built, she right in my spleen
i cannot wait ‘til you run into me
just scored three, got me feelin’ like jordan
smokin’ dummy, this sh*t kinda borin’
one of my opps got shot in the crib
he was sleepin’, n*gga was snorin’
parlay, can’t see the mornin’
41k, b*tch, that sh*t was a warnin’
like, d*mn, like, d*mn

[chorus]
i’m the sh*t, know you heard of me
stay with my gun, you can’t murder me
catch a body, that’s third degree
i cannot wait ’til i run into murda b
[verse 4]
who you touchin’? no one
get to dumpin’, y’all lil’ n*ggas done
got a beam on my gun, fast feet, i make ‘em run
don’t play me, i got the bl!ck, get to shootin’ like we takin’ fl!cks
outside of my cell with my buzz, they know that i f*ck with my crips
like, never lackin’, i stay with my stick
she a thottie, she let me hit
i don’t gotta trip, she ain’t my b*tch
enough with the talkin’, just give me the lips
like, d*mn

- blockwork lyrics

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