Correction Paroles Ready For War par Drag-on

Featuring(s) : The Lox

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Yo, yo I could keep my eyes closed, still reading the signs
Young niggas think they hungry then you feed 'em a nine
Might kidnap they ass start feedin' 'em swine
So I don't feel bad when I gut 'em like a pig
Beat him down, stomp him out, cut him like he big

You hear the attitude, I say f*ck being humble
You act like a animal you stuck in the jungle
Niggas don't care if I'm poor or rich
So I don't care about these niggas and the law and shit

And I'll probably get shot for being a wild nigga
You'll probably get shot for being a foul nigga
Let's talk about slugs and the drugs we deal
Boys fight, men kill, get they money and chill

Real recognize real I ain't sayin' a word
Doin 80 in the M that means I'm stayin' in third
With a bitch playin' shottie AK in the third

Don't worry 'bout what I make worry 'bout can you escape
'Cuz when I bust my guns bring more action than roll take
Nickel your hallway, I got aim from far
Y'all can't see me like the tints on the president's car

I know niggas don't like me and my friends wanna flip
That's why I'm on some extra all about Sheek shit
Your money, Sheek shit, your bitch, Sheek shit
Only thing I'm gonna share is these bullets here

Bitch ass that's for frontin' now don't say I never gave you nothin'
I'm greedy, go head, don't say I never saved you somethin'
Pack gun nigga but don't want no stack
I drink straight liquor till I forget where I'm at

I don't play no games nigga, drugs my 'cupation
In a building hustlin' that's Sheek's play station
Motherf*ckers wanna ride by and ice grill
Change that to ice dick, show me motherf*cker that you can kill

17 shots in a clip, 28 grams in an ounce
Everybody bounce, 26 inch hues on a truck
36 O's in a key, everybody ree
Murder One felons with the glocks, 24 hours on the block
Bodies gettin' dropped, 5000 niggas actin' live
5000 niggas gotta die, everybody better ride

Y'all niggas better find out who's your man
It don't work in the hood you could fool your fans
Few bullets in your jeans soon to ruin your plans
Then I show up at the wake and boo-hoo at your fam

If you like me you never'll fail
Live by the three rules you make it or be dead or in jail
And I ain't really got much but I'm up on cats
And Kiss don't just spit I throw up on tracks

Double R now bitch you see the princess cut
I'm in a 2000 big boy the tense is up
Y'all niggas is soft, catch me with the semi
Underneath the Fendi, sweater, skully and scarf

Make sure you don't say nothing to Jay
And keep your dirt, I don't smoke nothin' but hays
I'ma do this the old way get it while I can get it
As much as I can get then I'ma go my own way

Ayo, I keep my guns like laundry
I dump a load, make niggas fold, watch 'em die and let 'em drip dry
Gon spill pints from niggas, my rapid fire put niggas in black attire
Stuffed in the hearse, then dumped in the dirt

I live eternal, 'cuz if Drag pass away
I'ma come back with wraps on my face, blastin' an eighth
February 8th, that's the day
You better cop like it's crack or get masking taped till you suffocate

Bitches, y'all gettin' your feelings hurt
2000 I ain't f*ckin' no more, I'm makin' bitches jerk till I squirt
All my bitches work, like upside down from the poles
Lift that skirt, give this dick what it's worth

Double R, see the icicles on the chest
Hungry niggas come snatchin', I throw bullets run catch 'em
Ruff Ryder scene Drag the fire
But we could take it swingin' them irons till the bangs is flyin'

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