Ready For War - Jay Rock, YG

I got uzis and AKs a plenty

I got gadgets and grenades galore

Every night I make sure that I’m ready

And prepare for war

I got ratchets and TEC-9s and semis

Automatics and shotguns galore

If you fuck with me make sure you’re ready

And prepare for war

I got a problem I think you need to solve it

Damn, you fuckin' with us, you might not ever walk again

Bullets hot dog, it’ll burn off your skin

This M16, that’ll knock off your limbs

Stick up kids will tell you take of your gems

If not catch a bullet through your jaw and chin

This 38 magnum will blow off your wig

At the light K. Dot will take off your rims

You ain’t a hustler, show you how to

Show you how to snatch nick bags, I sell 'em all for ten

I fuck with real niggas, I ain’t got time for friends

Keep your enemies close in this game, you win

G shit, this the life I choose

Disrespect me, and I’ll beat the life out you

Got a pistol, men pullin' pipes out

Treat 'em like an unpaid bill, popping bullets, lights out

If you me too hard then my man will clap ya

He’ll leave you on the ground like a candy rapper

Never run from a gun, cause bullets are faster

Have your ass in a church, right in front of the pastor

Niggas run when they hear metal cock

So I know they’ll run when the truck open on that pearl yellow drop

Got Glocks on the block like you cops

And two new nigga playin' nine balls fresh out the box

I move with a rocket right, but you could still get

Stabbed in the neck with a pocket knife

Drive by on the bike

Whoever standing out late on the block gettin' chopped tonight

AKs for the

My MPs put, shots in they like they heroin fiends

Now the hood gettin' violence like Taliban

I like Kelly Grace runnin' the marathon

Hand me the shit up off the dresser

Toss me the clip you never know who wanna test us

I lift poles like an exercise, wet you guys

Leave your ass on the curb, left to dry

Who’s next to try, who’s next to die (tell me)

Who’s spirit is next to fly

I’m from the hood so I fuck the

OG niggas turn your ass to a vegetable

Shots rang out, lives is taken

And that family back in that hearse they chasin'

Be ready for war, if you mention my name

Yeah that black Mac-10 leave that body in pain

Everybody wanna wear a rag in the wrong place

At the wrong fuckin' time have you

If you don’t make it then your toe grab a tag

then your body go sizzle in ash

Money buys

That’s the way, against the rules

I don’t know, what you been told

Where you been before, but that’s how it goes