Testo War Ready - Saviii 3rd
Testo della canzone War Ready (Saviii 3rd), tratta dall'album All Eyez on 3
Ayy
We was getting in that trouble we ain't know we in
Shit that we was doing inappropriate
In that school breaking rules with them fools
Had a mop I was tryna clean a nigga like a custodian
I'm Lil Young, they know me, I'm a rep reputable
After school I squabble up, backstreet with the extras tho
Got plenty stripes as a young nigga, hobby gang gettin' crackin'
Poly high, I was probably high and decided to go and get crackin'
I'm gang shit and I'm gang bang
Get shot in that gang bang
Could've swore I was goin' pro, got caught up in this gang bang
Old teen, now old drain, gang bang my practice
I ain't do too good at school, but this street shit a nigga mastered
I'm like fuck, I was young and wild, caught a case, came back
Boy shit was wack, found a new passion in rap
I was shooting out there house party, then midnight we at Denny's
Cut throats got plenty, only Crips up in my city
I was downtown at the Lighthouse, they lit like the lights be
Sixteen with extended clips, stickin' out the back like a bike seat
Growing up I was too turnt, damn well they ain't like me
I was a lil' nigga with a chiefs hat, white tee
Rest in peace to Jabari, rest in peace Lil Yankee
Rest in peace all the Eastsiders, would've been here if they came
House parties on Crip Street, ain't no rules, get janky
A lot of niggas ain't built for this, this gray rag you playin' with
Nigga, we on that jet flippin' shit
If gang know fuck about a bitch, we pop and she gon' let it split
We lock in if a nigga trip, we cock and shoot if a nigga slip
Only thing we knew was really Crip
That's all we knew, nigga, on Crip Street
I was raised 'round them gangsters, can't relate to a buster
You know a lot of real niggas go P.C. when they cuffin'
You know a lot of real niggas say who was and who wasn't
You know a lot of real niggas start crying a river like Justin
Lil' bitch, I'm bustin', from red tech to cuffin'
Day ones is a couple, they ain't day one, I don't trust 'em
From day one my brother, my brothers on my team
Slidin' down these streets, we was outside when you wasn't
We was so young and unlucky, so young and unlucky
Stop saying you love me if you know you really don't love me
I don't never take no loss, so many young balls
I don't never take no loss, I'm a boss nigga, learn lessons
Now I'm ridin' 'round, I'm flexin', ridin' 'round with the extras
Ridin' 'round like it's top down with the top down, I'm flexin'
Ridin' 'round with a crown now and I'm high now, you pressure
Ridin' 'round with a crown now and I'm high now, you pressure
My squad now, we ready to go to war tomorrow
Nigga, fuck your protocol
Ayy, where you from? I'm like so what?
I'm from 21st Street, niggas no cuts
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Writer(s): Tyrus Washington
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