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​Prepare War

This song is by Young Buck.

I got oozis, and AK's of plenty
I got gadgets and grenades galore
Everynight I make sure that I'm ready
And prepare for war
I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and Semi's
Automatics and shotguns galore
If you fuck with me make sure your ready
And prepare for war

I got a heart like 50, and a gun big as Biggie
Some old heads hatin' and some young niggas with me
Put a beam on a 12 gauge, buck, shots spread
I can aim for your legs, and hit you in your head
Like a soldier we sleep with our eyes open
We ride 4 deep and we trust no one
Heres the plan, soon as we finish shootin up ya man
We gonn' take it there, and shoot start shootin up some heads
I don't know nothin' but guns, I don't hold nothin' but guns
I just know I got a gun, all y'all better run
I'm on the edge, to go out like them niggas with dreads
Do what I said, I come to take the bumbaclot bread
Did you hear that, it's like death's in the air
When the wind starts holla'n and the moon light glare
Is you scared?, I can see the fear in your eyes
When we open up the door, and we caught you by surprise

I got oozis, and AK's of plenty
I got gadgets and grenades galore
Everynight I make sure that I'm ready
And prepare for war
I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and Semi's
Automatics and shotguns galore
If you fuck with me make sure your ready
And prepare for war

Money, cars, cash and hoes
That's the way, a gangsta roll
I don't know what you've been told
Where you been before, but that's how it goes

They say that's all I talk about is murder murder kill kill
But if I die today another nigga still will
On the front line marchin, to the battle feild
With a black hoody on and a pair of old Timbs
Ghetto sargent, I think I see the target
I hit them niggas up, but I don't know where they car went
The neighborhood love me, I buy they kids Christmas
And give 'em all money, to keep 'em out my business, no witness

I got oozis, and AK's of plenty
I got gadgets and grenades galore
Everynight I make sure that I'm ready
And prepare for war
I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and Semi's
Automatics and shotguns galore
If you fuck with me make sure your ready
And prepare for war

(Bridge-Young Buck 2x)
Get your camolauge suits, and your combat boots
We ain't going to iraq, we just pullin up and shootin
Your life is what I want dawg, you can keep the loot
This is how the G's do, salute (salute)

Put the potatoe on the end of the round
Make the sound quiet down
The block don't eat if a nigga not around
Like a sniper, I keep my chopper low to the ground
Milatary minded, and I'm South Side now
Got my canteen filled up with henessy nigga
A bullet broof vest, and my tank on spinners
Attention!, you about to enter a war zone
Why you come around here homie you know its on

I got oozis, and AK's of plenty
I got gadgets and grenades galore
Everynight I make sure that I'm ready
And prepare for war
I got ratchets, and Tec 9's, and Semi's
Automatics and shotguns galore
If you fuck with me make sure your ready
And prepare for war