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• Artiste: Luni Coleone
• Titre: Ready 4 War
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[Luni Coleone:] I'm out to make a mil nigga, so I'm ready for war, let's go Hop in the low, let's jump What the fuck you runnin' yo' mouth for? It's Coleone bitch, I'm ready so what you gon' do? I'm higher than your bedroom, 'bout to stick you like this tattoo Make a move nigga, you opened them death threats Better run and hide with your bitch, that'll see your best bet I'm a psycho, aim for the head when the lead blow One less nigga, one less stanky hoe Now who can fuck with me? The type of nigga that'll grab the gun and say you stuck with me Got these niggaz up on the run, my bitch bust quickly So spread out, I'm coming through - wit a pump Mistakin' my size you best prepare for the funk Cause I'm a hostile nigga, got my shit cocked A false move might get yo' punk ass popped It's Coleone and I'm ready for war Tryin' to make these hoe cakes not breathe no more [Chorus: x2] I'm ready for war Nigga hop out the lo, let's go I'm ready for war Nigga hop out the lo, let's go I'm ready for war Nigga hop out the lo, let's go Roll down the window Nigga, let the gat blow! [Luni Coleone:] Think you niggaz better back up, I ain't playin' no more Murder, murder on my mind I'm 'bout to even the score And it's mando - to catch a nigga slippin' with his pants down Creep up from the back and peel his cap with about four rounds I'm furious nigga, these curious niggaz get took For the own right, greedy ass niggaz must die I'm a sold-ier, poppin' the pist-al to get my mil Bitch you want some huh? Oh, you crazy as hell They call me Coleone, and I can ???? my ?????? But I'm ready for war, let's go Out the window of a Lexo, wit a .4-4 These niggaz don't wanna see me I'm thugged out, chasin' yo' ass wit a tec-eezie We kill 'em up - I flash about my cash, like Ted Capone Young hogs creep to the ???? When the funk is on, you better watch yo' back Doja soldiers quick to fold ya, and I'm on the attack [Chorus:] I'm ready for war Nigga hop out the lo, let's go I'm ready for war Nigga hop out the lo, let's go I'm ready for war Nigga hop out the lo, let's go Roll down the window Nigga, let the gat blow!