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caution - war ready freestyle lyrics

[pre-intro: skit]
sentence should now-now be pr-nounced i’ll ask that you stand for sentence, please. mr. — it is the sentence of the court that your custody be committed to the department of corrections for confinement of the — state prisons without possibility of parole for the remainder of your life. you may be seated

[caution]
my n-ggas told me stop playin wit y’all so ima playin wit y’all
got the game in the scope like im aimin from far n-gga
greedy over everything its us only or only us n-gga two gs ride or get rolled on
f-ck wit us and get crushed n-gga
i ain’t been feelin the way y’all n-ggas been comin lately so i hope yall n-ggas war ready

all my n-ggas war ready like black b-tches these guns come wit extensions hear me knockin at ya door heavy
ight i’m lyin knock once then i pop twice let a n-gga see da guidin light for tryna rock ice
that mean he shinin i’m grindin beastin and bullyin lil n-ggas for they work on consignment
i hit ya b-tch from da bck like the heimlich shout out them n-ggas thats 12 jus like heinrich
you fake -ss fraudin -ss rappin -ss n-ggas wit ya lookin -ss b-tches u ain’t grabbin cash n-gga
grab da 40 out da bag & put 40 on ya tab meanin 40 in my stash to put a n-gga on his -ss
war ready can’t you tell da way my team move hook game official no post no kareem moves
rappin been easy i’m jus tryna get money all u n-ggas see me grindin why u tryna take it from me
we in da same town what u feel like you don’t run it now ? & you see i’m big business so you want it now
or want me down cuz da way my team movin y’all useless we grindin these b-tches is choosin us n-gga
at the top it’s just us n-gga it’s us only or only us dont trust n-ggas
i can’t f-ck wit you n-ggas tht ain’t loyal too caught a couple cases then i beat em how my lawyer move

[bridge]
spazz & grab pounds when i’m callin da plug
they say a n-gga got b-tches i ain’t fallin in love
i’m fallin in drugs & swimmin in da money for real
i gotta problem for the drugs & the money for real
man all i do is get love all these b-tches tryna f-ck
so i f-ck em den it’s f-ck em i ain’t worried bout much
tryna get to da money nd move my mom outta state
like gold grillz i’m so trill u n-ggas so late

[v2]
uh you n-ggas fake ill put em all on da plate
green light we eatin me & my b-tch like a date
i ain’t sugar coatin nothin
ima beast 100
i ain’t fraudin i ain’t frontin
n-gga try me & i’m bussin
if it’s me or u my n-gga then fck it
cuz i ain’t worried bout nothin
except for dyin
in da jungle ima lion
so it’s k!lled or be k!lled in da battlefield
men khoose battles nd i ain’t pick a battle still fck n-gga

[v3]
two big gs p-ssy banx$ !
greedygang n-ggas war ready young banx name hold weight boul heavy
how yall gettin all this money still sippin 20/20 so really wheres yall daed prezzys
man these mad dog n-ggas ain’t ready bel air toastin big bottles of the remy
only rappin for two years way better than you n-ggas the game belong to banx$ already
meant to say the gang so i guess a n-gga f-cked up
purple juice wit two xan bars in my dub cup
yeah i got a problem wit you broke -ss so trash rappers
let the homie brook tell you get your bucks up
better shut up fore i hit you wit the ar
on sight type sh-t we can face off
hollows out the pipe say goodnight knock his face off
and we got the streets you can’t eatin like you laid off
thats what happens when you war wit the bosses i been told caution ill off him coffins
4 pound sparkin blood he keep coughin up this ak long as f-ck itll wash him up
i cerep up in the crib 44 start spinnin have your life real slow
you know its hot when the pipe still smoke you lyin bout your money boul it’s tight and you broke
mad cuz im 15 bars like c0ke playin wit this rap sh-t yall n-ggas jokes
playin tough round the town like you hard and get smoked
got some queens street n-ggas thatll slaughter them clones
pardon my back while i ball on these hoes
sippin all on this rose you frauds get exposed
its in my hand not my hip grippin all on the toast
let these n-ggas tryna run up and get offed from the chrome blatt

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