Gucci Mane - War Ready (Remix) Lyrics

War Ready (Remix) Lyrics by Gucci Mane

I thought you knew my pedigree
Niggaz,like integrity
Hangers are necessity
But they are my specialty
…But cooking dope my specialty
Said Gucci got marijuana
I killed the man illegibly
But the celebrity let you get the best of me
…My home boy doing for the years
I know I can’t manage it

You nigga are trying to help me
But I know how to handle it
Hit the blush ,you get these shots through the roof
I finally did get a …on my enemies

17,now recharge ,nigga 17
Young king,ain’t he nigga married?
Farmer green ,in the thing,in the middle wing
Did some things for my niggaz that I can’t explain
…Bitch I’m going to dance
Put a patch on your eye
Bitch,don’t fuck with my petty chains
Fuck with your dirt
Ima hurt,I’m a dirty nigga
Lakers,by them you thught we were working with you

War ready,they ain’t ready to take my life
War ready
Pussy boy we already got a knife
War ready
Fast casual but along
War ready
Yeah,it’s time…

Hey,whore,when you’re ready…
When you’re war ready, let the number crack
When you war ready,cross the number to the other side
When you are ready for war
When you’re war ready I’ll fuck you to another round
When you’re war ready, let the number crack
When you war ready,cross the number to the other side
When you are ready for war

About 70 on the block ,but no one fits the size
Do you know you can’t handle no war?
I can’t do it ,there’s so many colour drops
Motherfuckers,you can’t drive no war
Already a nigga put some chains on me
Damn, fuck around ,come and save me
Few been to the scale and covered in dirt
You motherfucker are right to say that
…what you gonna hit him
With a glock?
I wouldn’t give a fuck
I don’t share that

You motherfuckers are always talking about
What other motherfuckers say
Yeah,I got the evidence with the motherfucker finding hoes
And I’m not a motherfucking prank
Nigga ,I always crawl myself
And living like I always did myself
Try to really let it breath
But it’s hard in my sleep
That motherfucker might shot myself

Tomorrow ain’t …
Cause thought you never will be with them all OGs
Al the neigbourhood,al got them keys
…this is going big,now my nigga is on the run
Big shit poppin’ In this spot like a lighter
Get that illegal grown nigga and the diver
Nigga on the road so you might get set
Go and hit it at this steady
…I’m drunk ,get the bus here

Hey,whore,when you’re ready…
When you’re war ready, let the number crack
When you war ready,cross the number to the other side
When you are ready for war
When you’re war ready I’ll fuck you to another round
When you’re war ready, let the number crack
When you war ready,cross the number to the other side
When you are ready for war

I got a 1000 niggaz to die by me
Following my footsteps
I won’t die as a soldier
Nigga couldn’t walk no more
Found he makin’ in the road
Tried out to the vice Lord
Tried out to my blood ,nigga
Tried out to them GDs
Where that crib loves me
Tried out to them dope boys
Only to the plug nigga
Pop it down a thousand times
We would never die,fuck,nigga
Shout out to my city too
Mac flapped down a 62
Runned down no 63
Rest in peace…
Cut that bitch a thousand times
Wakka said he needs a brick
Then come stay in line
You are not in town so I had to wack your bitch
He never came back
Pussy payed,come bitch

Hey,whore,when you’re ready…
When you’re war ready, let the number crack
When you war ready,cross the number to the other side
When you are war ready
When you’re war ready I’ll fuck you to another round
When you’re war ready, let the number crack
When you war ready,cross the number to the other side
When you are ready for war
What’s your money like?
What’s the hustler?
What’s the hustler?
It’s you
I’m not gonna kill you though
I’m not gonna kill you though
Hey,black,kill this motherfucker