Ready For War – 50 Cent

“Ready for War”


I say I run it (run it) cause I’m in control

Hypnotic, Hennessey, a couple shots of Patron

I have you feeling aight, I get you high as a kite

Party popping shawty says she coming with me tonight

I ain’t shoulder leaning, I ain’t snapping and popping

Either I’m bobbin ma head or I’m just standing their watching

I’m a hustler I hustle, you can tell that I’m paid

And I protect what I got, I’m in the house with my blade

Nigga you front you gone get it, OK now maybe I said it

Cause I want you to triddy, yeah I be on that shitty

You should see when I’m stunting, I flash the stones to be wanting

Push the whip, see me rolling, you can tell that I’m holding

I’m just doing ma thang, you know the Units the game

I got my grimy Shady with me you front you gonna have to get me off your ass

I pay the lawsuit and laugh (haha)

It’s not a big deal it’s nothing but some cash (Who run it)


Capture the rage of today’s youth and bottle it

Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it

Then spit it back in the faces of you racists

And hypocrites who think the same shit but don’t say shit

You Liberace’s, Versace’s, and you nazis

Watch me, cause you thinking you got me in this hot seat

You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you’re NOT me

You’ll never STOP me, I’m TOP speed as you POP me

I came to save these new generations of babies

From parents who failed to raise ’em cause they’re lazy

To grow to praise me I’m makin ’em go crazy

That’s how I got this whole nation to embrace me

And you fugazi if you think I’ma admit wrong

I cripple any hypocritic critic I’m sic’d on

And this song is for any kid who gets picked on

A sick song to retaliate to, and it’s called..

This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit

Whenever you hear some shit and you can’t refuse it

It’s just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with

Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit

The type of shit that you don’t have to ask who produced it

You just know – that’s the new shit

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

And drastic movement of people actin stupid. Its fight music


Yeah, yo let`s bring it

Niggas is so gangsta, Niggas is thugs

Niggas’ll spend their whole life peddlin drugs

Slanging dope in hopes of one day bein able

To own their own label and give the game up

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Some niggas came up, some just didn’t

That’s just the way it is, if it ain’t meant it, it just isn’t

Some niggas’ll get money and pay niggas to back em

So they can act up, feel comfortable, and rap tough

And that’s as backwards, cuz them niggas just gone keep coming back

And that’s when extortion happens

You struggle to get free, I know how this shit be

You deal with anything to live legitimately

But you gone find if you do get in this industry

It’s best to be business with me than against me

Niggas get behind mics and ain’t even MC’s

Niggas get on MTV just to diss me

This shit don’t even piss me off

I’m laughin all the way to the bank

Watchin the satellite from a Bentley

You niggas don’t even got a car

You’re so far under my radar

I don’t even know who the fuck you are

To tell you to suck my dick while I’m pissin

I don’t even listen to your shit to know who the fuck I’m dissin

The media just feeds into these feuds

Tryin to add fuel to the fire. This little nigga, Ja Rule

Talking bout he’s gonna slap me. Nigga please

You gotta jump and swing up to hit me in the knees

I laugh at these magazines when they interview em

All they doin is making fake threats to us through em

And pussy you’re not Pac, I knew em

Pac was a real nigga, you just a fuckin insult to em

It’s too bad we had to fallout before he passes

If he could see this shit now, he’d be whoopin your ass

You’re talkin to a pioneer who engineered this shit for 19 years

Who you got in your ear? I don’t even gotta say it, the fans know

Quit tryin to be tough, nigga, you look like a asshole


Make it happen

My rappin’ is similar to muthafuckers when they scrappin’

Blast and watch em’ back up

Notorious biggie killer, affiliation with death row

Niggas get their caps pealed back, fool this the west coast

Bitch you misdemeanor I’m raisin hell like felonies

Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin’ these

Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded

Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin’

Got a Mercedes for these tricks, that thought I quit

Then got a drop top Jag for these bitches that’s on my dick

Go to a club in a pack, I’m smokin’ bud in the back

I wait for niggas to trip, cause bitch I love to scrap

Now mama raised me as a thug nigga, with love niggas

I’m a millionaire started as a drug dealer

I went from rocks to zines, writing raps and movies

I went from trustin’ these tricks now they all want to sue me

So fuck em’ all