[{"id":26908398,"name":"War Ready","trackName":"War Ready","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"War Ready","duration":399.098776,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"War ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do though\nMastermind uh\nUh nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nAnd if money is power nigga, I got millions of power nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama cryin' when you're war ready\nJust another homicide 'cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama cryin' cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one\n21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this\nYeah I wish Shake could see this\nI'll never fall for what I stand for\nThis year Fernando\nWe could live today, blood, and die tonight, cous'\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nWar ready nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama cryin' when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked and rollin'\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\nRidin' down on 63, rest in peace to Fluty Coupe\nHeroin and quinine\nCut that bitch a thousand times\nPhone call said he need a brick\nI text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\nYou went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\nNever came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama cryin' when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama cryin' cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war","syncedLyrics":"[00:29.19] War ready\n[00:31.90] You got shooters, I've got shooters\n[00:35.61] We got money\n[00:38.41] Let's do what them other niggas can't do though\n[00:43.07] Mastermind uh\n[00:46.51] Uh nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n[00:50.74] And if money is power nigga, I got millions of power nigga\n[00:57.21] Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n[01:00.89] 17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n[01:06.34] Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n[01:10.14] Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n[01:14.79] Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n[01:19.37] Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n[01:23.17] Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change\n[01:27.98] Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n[01:31.94] Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n[01:36.29] War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n[01:40.40] War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n[01:44.73] War ready, fast cash above the law\n[01:49.01] War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n[01:52.04] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[01:56.19] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:00.30] Just another mama cryin' when you're war ready\n[02:04.72] Just another homicide 'cause we war ready\n[02:09.05] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[02:13.41] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:17.81] Just another mama cryin' cause we're war ready\n[02:22.16] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[02:26.33] War, war, war\n[02:27.98] A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one\n[02:31.30] 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe\n[02:34.23] I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this\n[02:36.94] Yeah I wish Shake could see this\n[02:38.76] I'll never fall for what I stand for\n[02:40.68] This year Fernando\n[02:42.31] We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cous'\n[02:45.09] Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n[02:46.83] You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n[02:49.40] We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n[02:51.55] And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n[02:53.74] War ready nigga put some change on your head\n[02:55.82] Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n[02:57.88] I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n[03:00.10] And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n[03:02.12] Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n[03:04.49] Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n[03:06.65] What you gonna hit him with the Glock or the chop?\n[03:08.93] Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n[03:11.04] You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n[03:13.06] 'Bout what another mothafucka said\n[03:14.72] Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n[03:17.45] I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n[03:19.19] Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n[03:21.84] Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n[03:24.06] Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n[03:26.07] Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n[03:28.30] Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n[03:30.42] Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n[03:32.57] Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n[03:34.72] Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n[03:37.04] Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n[03:39.18] Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n[03:41.34] Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n[03:43.50] Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n[03:45.64] Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n[03:47.81] Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n[03:49.52] When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n[03:52.08] Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n[03:53.75] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[03:57.04] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:01.48] Just another mama cryin' when you're war ready\n[04:05.75] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[04:10.10] Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n[04:15.95] Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked and rollin'\n[04:20.62] Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n[04:24.57] Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n[04:29.00] Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n[04:33.27] I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n[04:37.54] Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n[04:41.88] Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to Fluty Coupe\n[04:46.40] Heroin and quinine\n[04:48.44] Cut that bitch a thousand times\n[04:50.46] Phone call said he need a brick\n[04:52.67] I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n[04:54.83] You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n[04:59.48] Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n[05:03.53] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[05:06.34] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:10.67] Just another mama cryin' when you're war ready\n[05:14.94] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[05:19.40] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[05:23.70] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:28.34] Just another mama cryin' cause we're war ready\n[05:32.30] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[05:36.54] War, war, war","lyricsfile":"version: 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299480\n  end_ms: 303530\n- text: Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 303530\n  end_ms: 306340\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 306340\n  end_ms: 310670\n- text: Just another mama cryin' when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 310670\n  end_ms: 314940\n- text: Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  start_ms: 314940\n  end_ms: 319400\n- text: Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 319400\n  end_ms: 323700\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 323700\n  end_ms: 328340\n- text: Just another mama cryin' cause we're war ready\n  start_ms: 328340\n  end_ms: 332300\n- text: Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 332300\n  end_ms: 336540\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 336540\nplain: |-\n  War ready\n  You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  We got money\n  Let's do what them other niggas can't do though\n  Mastermind uh\n  Uh nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  And if money is power nigga, I got millions of power nigga\n  Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n  17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change\n  Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  War ready, fast cash above the law\n  War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama cryin' when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide 'cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama cryin' cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n  A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one\n  21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe\n  I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this\n  Yeah I wish Shake could see this\n  I'll never fall for what I stand for\n  This year Fernando\n  We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cous'\n  Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n  You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n  We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n  And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n  War ready nigga put some change on your head\n  Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n  I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n  And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n  Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n  Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n  What you gonna hit him with the Glock or the chop?\n  Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  'Bout what another mothafucka said\n  Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama cryin' when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked and rollin'\n  Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to Fluty Coupe\n  Heroin and quinine\n  Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  Phone call said he need a brick\n  I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n  You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n  Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper 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You may be seated\n\nWar ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe've got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do\nMastermind\nNigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nIf money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\nThis year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nAll right, a nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\nRidin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\nHeroin and quinine\nCut that bitch a thousand times\nPhone call said he need a brick\nI text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\nYou went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\nNever came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nWar ready\nIf you ain't ready to die about it\nDon't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\nI went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\nWalking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\nEvander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n$25 million, nigga\n$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\nAnother 5 in chandeliers\n230 acres, nigga\nThat's just one of the many properties, nigga\nWar ready\nAnd I'm down to die 'bout that\nWe gon' ride 'bout that\nSo you know we ready to slide 'bout that\nCut that check, nigga\nWhatcha money like, huh?\nIt's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\nRead the obituary, nigga\nPrint that motherfucker in ..., nigga\nWhat's a hassa?\nWhat's a hassa?\nThat's you, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nHey Black, kill this motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.94] Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n[00:17.18] War ready\n[00:31.04] You got shooters, I've got shooters\n[00:35.08] We've got money\n[00:39.54] Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n[00:43.24] Mastermind\n[00:49.69] Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n[00:53.69] If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n[00:58.95] Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n[01:02.74] 17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n[01:06.51] Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n[01:11.13] Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n[01:18.46] Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n[01:19.96] Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n[01:23.75] Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n[01:27.70] Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n[01:32.96] Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n[01:36.90] War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n[01:40.99] War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n[01:45.56] War ready, fast cash above the law\n[01:49.98] War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n[01:55.07] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[01:58.12] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:01.52] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[02:05.47] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[02:09.86] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[02:14.54] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:18.96] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[02:23.21] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[02:27.56] War, war, war\n[02:28.88] A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n[02:35.27] I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n[02:41.25] This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n[02:45.03] Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n[02:47.94] You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n[02:49.80] We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n[02:52.08] And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n[02:54.04] All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n[02:56.19] Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n[02:58.23] I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n[02:59.88] And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n[03:02.71] Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n[03:04.96] Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n[03:07.05] What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n[03:09.46] Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n[03:11.42] You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n[03:12.95] 'Bout what another mothafucka said\n[03:14.53] Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n[03:17.72] I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n[03:20.04] Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n[03:22.20] Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n[03:24.00] Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n[03:26.31] Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n[03:28.72] Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n[03:31.03] Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n[03:33.09] Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n[03:35.18] Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n[03:37.77] Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n[03:39.85] Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n[03:43.70] Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n[03:45.13] Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n[03:46.04] Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n[03:50.76] Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n[03:52.69] When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n[03:54.08] Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n[03:55.90] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[04:09.89] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:10.46] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[04:11.54] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[04:12.19] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[04:12.69] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:13.33] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[04:13.90] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[04:14.56] War, war, war\n[04:15.39] Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n[04:16.68] Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n[04:21.09] Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n[04:25.24] Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n[04:29.70] Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n[04:34.11] I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n[04:38.49] Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n[04:42.71] Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to 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around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n[05:50.78] Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n[05:55.84] $25 million, nigga\n[05:56.81] $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n[05:58.47] Another 5 in chandeliers\n[05:59.82] 230 acres, nigga\n[06:00.92] That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n[06:02.44] War ready\n[06:03.36] And I'm down to die 'bout that\n[06:04.17] We gon' ride 'bout that\n[06:06.19] So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n[06:06.98] Cut that check, nigga\n[06:07.32] Whatcha money like, huh?\n[06:07.92] It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n[06:08.78] Read the obituary, nigga\n[06:09.88] Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n[06:11.40] What's a hassa?\n[06:16.50] What's a hassa?\n[06:17.66] That's you, haha\n[06:21.73] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:26.46] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:30.82] Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n[06:34.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: War Ready\n  artist: Rick Ross, 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You may be seated\n\n  War ready\n  You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  We've got money\n  Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  Mastermind\n  Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n  17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  War ready, fast cash above the law\n  War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n  This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\n  Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n  You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n  We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n  And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n  All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n  Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n  I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n  And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n  Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n  Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n  What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n  Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  'Bout what another mothafucka said\n  Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  Heroin and quinine\n  Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  Phone call said he need a brick\n  I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n  You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n  Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  War ready\n  If you ain't ready to die about it\n  Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  $25 million, nigga\n  $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  Another 5 in chandeliers\n  230 acres, nigga\n  That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  War ready\n  And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  We gon' ride 'bout that\n  So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  Cut that check, nigga\n  Whatcha money like, huh?\n  It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  Read the obituary, nigga\n  Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  What's a hassa?\n  What's a hassa?\n  That's you, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n"},{"id":23253231,"name":"War Ready (Single Version)","trackName":"War Ready (Single Version)","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"War Ready (Single Version)","duration":402.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"War ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do though\nMastermind uh\nUh nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nAnd if money is power nigga, I got millions of power nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama cryin' when you're war ready\nJust another homicide 'cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama cryin' cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one\n21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this\nYeah I wish Shake could see this\nI'll never fall for what I stand for\nThis year Fernando\nWe could live today, blood, and die tonight, cous'\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nWar ready nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama cryin' when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked and rollin'\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 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Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n[01:00.89] 17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n[01:06.34] Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n[01:10.14] Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n[01:14.79] Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n[01:19.37] Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n[01:23.17] Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change\n[01:27.98] Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n[01:31.94] Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n[01:36.29] War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n[01:40.40] War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n[01:44.73] War ready, fast cash above the law\n[01:49.01] War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n[01:52.04] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[01:56.19] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:00.30] Just another mama cryin' when you're war ready\n[02:04.72] Just another homicide 'cause we war ready\n[02:09.05] Killas on the front line when 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few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n[03:00.10] And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n[03:02.12] Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n[03:04.49] Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n[03:06.65] What you gonna hit him with the Glock or the chop?\n[03:08.93] Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n[03:11.04] You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n[03:13.06] 'Bout what another mothafucka said\n[03:14.72] Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n[03:17.45] I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n[03:19.19] Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n[03:21.84] Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n[03:24.06] Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n[03:26.07] Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n[03:28.30] Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n[03:30.42] Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n[03:32.57] Start your own alphabet with 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You may be seated\n\nWar ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe've got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do\nMastermind\nNigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nIf money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\nThis year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nAll right, a nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\nRidin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\nHeroin and quinine\nCut that bitch a thousand times\nPhone call said he need a brick\nI text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\nYou went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\nNever came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nWar ready\nIf you ain't ready to die about it\nDon't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\nI went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\nWalking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\nEvander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n$25 million, nigga\n$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\nAnother 5 in chandeliers\n230 acres, nigga\nThat's just one of the many properties, nigga\nWar ready\nAnd I'm down to die 'bout that\nWe gon' ride 'bout that\nSo you know we ready to slide 'bout that\nCut that check, nigga\nWhatcha money like, huh?\nIt's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\nRead the obituary, nigga\nPrint that motherfucker in ..., nigga\nWhat's a hassa?\nWhat's a hassa?\nThat's you, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nHey Black, kill this motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.94] Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. 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Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n[02:41.25] This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n[02:45.03] Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n[02:47.94] You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n[02:49.80] We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n[02:52.08] And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n[02:54.04] All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n[02:56.19] Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n[02:58.23] I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n[02:59.88] And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n[03:02.71] Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n[03:04.96] Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n[03:07.05] What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n[03:09.46] Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n[03:11.42] You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n[03:12.95] 'Bout what another mothafucka said\n[03:14.53] Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n[03:17.72] I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n[03:20.04] Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n[03:22.20] Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n[03:24.00] Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n[03:26.31] Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n[03:28.72] Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n[03:31.03] Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n[03:33.09] Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n[03:35.18] Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n[03:37.77] Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n[03:39.85] Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n[03:43.70] Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n[03:45.13] Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n[03:46.04] Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n[03:50.76] Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n[03:52.69] When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n[03:54.08] Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n[03:55.90] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[04:09.89] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:10.46] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[04:11.54] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[04:12.19] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[04:12.69] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:13.33] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[04:13.90] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[04:14.56] War, war, war\n[04:15.39] Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n[04:16.68] Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n[04:21.09] Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n[04:25.24] Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n[04:29.70] Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n[04:34.11] I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n[04:38.49] Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n[04:42.71] Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n[04:46.02] Heroin and quinine\n[04:49.20] Cut that bitch a thousand times\n[04:51.93] Phone call said he need a brick\n[04:53.35] I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n[04:55.70] You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n[05:00.12] Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n[05:03.83] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[05:07.05] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:11.32] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[05:16.86] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[05:23.80] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[05:29.29] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:31.55] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[05:38.88] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[05:40.09] War, war, war\n[05:41.15] War ready\n[05:42.34] If you ain't ready to die about it\n[05:45.64] Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n[05:47.34] I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n[05:48.84] Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n[05:50.78] Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n[05:55.84] $25 million, nigga\n[05:56.81] $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n[05:58.47] Another 5 in chandeliers\n[05:59.82] 230 acres, nigga\n[06:00.92] That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n[06:02.44] War ready\n[06:03.36] And I'm down to die 'bout that\n[06:04.17] We gon' ride 'bout that\n[06:06.19] So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n[06:06.98] Cut that check, nigga\n[06:07.32] Whatcha money like, huh?\n[06:07.92] It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n[06:08.78] Read the obituary, nigga\n[06:09.88] Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n[06:11.40] What's a hassa?\n[06:16.50] What's a hassa?\n[06:17.66] That's you, haha\n[06:21.73] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:26.46] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:30.82] Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n[06:34.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: War Ready-feat.Young Jeezy\n  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You may be seated\n  start_ms: 3940\n  end_ms: 17180\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 17180\n  end_ms: 31040\n- text: You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  start_ms: 31040\n  end_ms: 35080\n- text: We've got money\n  start_ms: 35080\n  end_ms: 39540\n- text: Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  start_ms: 39540\n  end_ms: 43240\n- text: Mastermind\n  start_ms: 43240\n  end_ms: 49690\n- text: Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  start_ms: 49690\n  end_ms: 53690\n- text: If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  start_ms: 53690\n  end_ms: 58950\n- text: Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n  start_ms: 58950\n  end_ms: 62740\n- text: 17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  start_ms: 62740\n  end_ms: 66510\n- text: Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  start_ms: 66510\n  end_ms: 71130\n- text: Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  start_ms: 71130\n  end_ms: 78460\n- text: Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  start_ms: 78460\n  end_ms: 79960\n- text: Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  start_ms: 79960\n  end_ms: 83750\n- text: Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  start_ms: 83750\n  end_ms: 87700\n- text: Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  start_ms: 87700\n  end_ms: 92960\n- text: Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  start_ms: 92960\n  end_ms: 96900\n- text: War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  start_ms: 96900\n  end_ms: 100990\n- text: War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  start_ms: 100990\n  end_ms: 105560\n- text: War ready, fast cash above the law\n  start_ms: 105560\n  end_ms: 109980\n- text: War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n  start_ms: 109980\n  end_ms: 115070\n- text: Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 115070\n  end_ms: 118120\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 118120\n  end_ms: 121520\n- text: Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 121520\n  end_ms: 125470\n- text: Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  start_ms: 125470\n  end_ms: 129860\n- text: Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 129860\n  end_ms: 134540\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 134540\n  end_ms: 138960\n- text: Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  start_ms: 138960\n  end_ms: 143210\n- text: Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 143210\n  end_ms: 147560\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 147560\n  end_ms: 148880\n- text: A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  start_ms: 148880\n  end_ms: 155270\n- text: I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. 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340090\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 340090\n  end_ms: 341150\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 341150\n  end_ms: 342340\n- text: If you ain't ready to die about it\n  start_ms: 342340\n  end_ms: 345640\n- text: Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  start_ms: 345640\n  end_ms: 347340\n- text: I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 347340\n  end_ms: 348840\n- text: Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  start_ms: 348840\n  end_ms: 350780\n- text: Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  start_ms: 350780\n  end_ms: 355840\n- text: $25 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 355840\n  end_ms: 356810\n- text: $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  start_ms: 356810\n  end_ms: 358470\n- text: Another 5 in chandeliers\n  start_ms: 358470\n  end_ms: 359820\n- text: 230 acres, nigga\n  start_ms: 359820\n  end_ms: 360920\n- text: That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  start_ms: 360920\n  end_ms: 362440\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 362440\n  end_ms: 363360\n- text: And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  start_ms: 363360\n  end_ms: 364170\n- text: We gon' ride 'bout that\n  start_ms: 364170\n  end_ms: 366190\n- text: So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  start_ms: 366190\n  end_ms: 366980\n- text: Cut that check, nigga\n  start_ms: 366980\n  end_ms: 367320\n- text: Whatcha money like, huh?\n  start_ms: 367320\n  end_ms: 367920\n- text: It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 367920\n  end_ms: 368780\n- text: Read the obituary, nigga\n  start_ms: 368780\n  end_ms: 369880\n- text: Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  start_ms: 369880\n  end_ms: 371400\n- text: What's a hassa?\n  start_ms: 371400\n  end_ms: 376500\n- text: What's a hassa?\n  start_ms: 376500\n  end_ms: 377660\n- text: That's you, haha\n  start_ms: 377660\n  end_ms: 381730\n- text: I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  start_ms: 381730\n  end_ms: 386460\n- text: I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  start_ms: 386460\n  end_ms: 390820\n- text: Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n  start_ms: 390820\n  end_ms: 394050\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 394050\nplain: |-\n  Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n\n  War ready\n  You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  We've got money\n  Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  Mastermind\n  Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n  17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  War ready, fast cash above the law\n  War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n  This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\n  Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n  You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n  We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n  And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n  All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n  Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n  I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n  And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n  Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n  Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n  What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n  Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  'Bout what another mothafucka said\n  Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  Heroin and quinine\n  Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  Phone call said he need a brick\n  I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n  You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n  Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  War ready\n  If you ain't ready to die about it\n  Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  $25 million, nigga\n  $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  Another 5 in chandeliers\n  230 acres, nigga\n  That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  War ready\n  And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  We gon' ride 'bout that\n  So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  Cut that check, nigga\n  Whatcha money like, huh?\n  It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  Read the obituary, nigga\n  Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  What's a hassa?\n  What's a hassa?\n  That's you, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n"},{"id":5382107,"name":"War Ready","trackName":"War Ready","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Mastermind (Deluxe)","duration":424.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n\nWar ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe've got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do\nMastermind\nNigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nIf money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\nThis year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nAll right, a nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\nRidin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\nHeroin and quinine\nCut that bitch a thousand times\nPhone call said he need a brick\nI text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\nYou went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\nNever came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nWar ready\nIf you ain't ready to die about it\nDon't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\nI went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\nWalking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\nEvander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n$25 million, nigga\n$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\nAnother 5 in chandeliers\n230 acres, nigga\nThat's just one of the many properties, nigga\nWar ready\nAnd I'm down to die 'bout that\nWe gon' ride 'bout that\nSo you know we ready to slide 'bout that\nCut that check, nigga\nWhatcha money like, huh?\nIt's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\nRead the obituary, nigga\nPrint that motherfucker in ..., nigga\nWhat's a hassa?\nWhat's a hassa?\nThat's you, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nHey Black, kill this motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.93] Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. 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Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n[02:41.21] This year Fernando. 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was born to die a soldier\n  start_ms: 255300\n  end_ms: 256670\n- text: Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  start_ms: 256670\n  end_ms: 261060\n- text: Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  start_ms: 261060\n  end_ms: 265120\n- text: Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  start_ms: 265120\n  end_ms: 269700\n- text: Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  start_ms: 269700\n  end_ms: 274150\n- text: I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  start_ms: 274150\n  end_ms: 278410\n- text: Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  start_ms: 278410\n  end_ms: 282770\n- text: Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  start_ms: 282770\n  end_ms: 286010\n- text: Heroin and quinine\n  start_ms: 286010\n  end_ms: 289260\n- text: Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  start_ms: 289260\n  end_ms: 291980\n- text: Phone call said he need a brick\n  start_ms: 291980\n  end_ms: 293400\n- text: I text him 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340050\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 340050\n  end_ms: 341180\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 341180\n  end_ms: 342320\n- text: If you ain't ready to die about it\n  start_ms: 342320\n  end_ms: 345620\n- text: Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  start_ms: 345620\n  end_ms: 347330\n- text: I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 347330\n  end_ms: 348880\n- text: Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  start_ms: 348880\n  end_ms: 350730\n- text: Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  start_ms: 350730\n  end_ms: 355800\n- text: $25 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 355800\n  end_ms: 356820\n- text: $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  start_ms: 356820\n  end_ms: 358430\n- text: Another 5 in chandeliers\n  start_ms: 358430\n  end_ms: 359880\n- text: 230 acres, nigga\n  start_ms: 359880\n  end_ms: 360970\n- text: That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  start_ms: 360970\n  end_ms: 362450\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 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You may be seated\n\n  War ready\n  You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  We've got money\n  Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  Mastermind\n  Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n  17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  War ready, fast cash above the law\n  War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n  This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\n  Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n  You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n  We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n  And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n  All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n  Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n  I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n  And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n  Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n  Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n  What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n  Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  'Bout what another mothafucka said\n  Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  Heroin and quinine\n  Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  Phone call said he need a brick\n  I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n  You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n  Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  War ready\n  If you ain't ready to die about it\n  Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  $25 million, nigga\n  $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  Another 5 in chandeliers\n  230 acres, nigga\n  That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  War ready\n  And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  We gon' ride 'bout that\n  So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  Cut that check, nigga\n  Whatcha money like, huh?\n  It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  Read the obituary, nigga\n  Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  What's a hassa?\n  What's a hassa?\n  That's you, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n"},{"id":3688741,"name":"War Ready","trackName":"War Ready","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Mastermind","duration":424.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"War ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do though\nMastermind uh\nUh nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nAnd if money is power nigga, I got millions of power nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama cryin' when you're war ready\nJust another homicide 'cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama cryin' cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one\n21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this\nYeah I wish Shake could see this\nI'll never fall for what I stand for\nThis year Fernando\nWe could live today, blood, and die tonight, cous'\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nWar ready nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama cryin' when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked and rollin'\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\nRidin' down on 63, rest in peace to Fluty Coupe\nHeroin 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you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n[03:02.12] Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n[03:04.49] Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n[03:06.65] What you gonna hit him with the Glock or the chop?\n[03:08.93] Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n[03:11.04] You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n[03:13.06] 'Bout what another mothafucka said\n[03:14.72] Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n[03:17.45] I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n[03:19.19] Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n[03:21.84] Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n[03:24.06] Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n[03:26.07] Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n[03:28.30] Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n[03:30.42] Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n[03:32.57] Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n[03:34.72] Open up a hundred doors with 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Mastermind uh\n  Uh nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  And if money is power nigga, I got millions of power nigga\n  Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n  17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change\n  Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  War ready, fast cash above the law\n  War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama cryin' when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide 'cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a 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You may be seated\n\nWar ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe've got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do\nMastermind\nNigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nIf money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\nThis year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nAll right, a nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\nRidin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\nHeroin and quinine\nCut that bitch a thousand times\nPhone call said he need a brick\nI text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\nYou went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\nNever came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nWar ready\nIf you ain't ready to die about it\nDon't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\nI went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\nWalking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\nEvander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n$25 million, nigga\n$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\nAnother 5 in chandeliers\n230 acres, nigga\nThat's just one of the many properties, nigga\nWar ready\nAnd I'm down to die 'bout that\nWe gon' ride 'bout that\nSo you know we ready to slide 'bout that\nCut that check, nigga\nWhatcha money like, huh?\nIt's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\nRead the obituary, nigga\nPrint that motherfucker in ..., nigga\nWhat's a hassa?\nWhat's a hassa?\nThat's you, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nHey Black, kill this motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.93] Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n[00:17.10] War ready\n[00:31.02] You got shooters, I've got shooters\n[00:35.03] We've got money\n[00:39.54] Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n[00:43.24] Mastermind\n[00:49.61] Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n[00:53.66] If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n[00:58.98] Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n[01:02.76] 17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n[01:06.59] Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n[01:11.17] Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n[01:18.45] Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n[01:19.98] Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n[01:23.74] Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n[01:27.72] Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n[01:32.92] Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n[01:36.98] War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n[01:40.97] War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n[01:45.54] War ready, fast cash above the law\n[01:49.96] War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n[01:55.05] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[01:58.14] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:01.50] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[02:05.46] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[02:09.81] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[02:14.57] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:18.93] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[02:23.28] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[02:27.51] War, war, war\n[02:28.84] A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n[02:35.22] I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n[02:41.21] This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n[02:45.06] Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n[02:47.96] You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n[02:49.85] We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n[02:52.01] And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n[02:54.07] All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n[02:56.12] Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n[02:58.29] I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n[02:59.83] And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n[03:02.72] Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n[03:04.97] Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n[03:07.09] What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n[03:09.40] Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n[03:11.41] You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n[03:12.92] 'Bout what another mothafucka said\n[03:14.52] Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n[03:17.70] I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n[03:20.09] Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n[03:22.26] Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n[03:24.06] Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n[03:26.34] Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n[03:28.71] Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n[03:31.07] Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n[03:33.01] Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n[03:35.12] Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n[03:37.74] Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n[03:39.84] Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n[03:43.71] Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n[03:45.15] Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n[03:46.08] Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n[03:50.73] Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n[03:52.66] When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n[03:54.05] Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n[03:55.99] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[04:09.82] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:10.46] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[04:11.57] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[04:12.15] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[04:12.66] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:13.30] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[04:13.97] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[04:14.53] War, war, war\n[04:15.30] Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n[04:16.67] Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n[04:21.06] Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n[04:25.12] Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n[04:29.70] Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n[04:34.15] I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n[04:38.41] Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n[04:42.77] Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n[04:46.01] Heroin and quinine\n[04:49.26] Cut that bitch a thousand times\n[04:51.98] Phone call said he need a brick\n[04:53.40] I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n[04:55.77] You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n[05:00.10] Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n[05:03.83] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[05:07.01] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:11.31] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[05:16.88] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[05:23.80] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[05:29.25] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:31.55] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[05:38.85] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[05:40.05] War, war, war\n[05:41.18] War ready\n[05:42.32] If you ain't ready to die about it\n[05:45.62] Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n[05:47.33] I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n[05:48.88] Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n[05:50.73] Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n[05:55.80] $25 million, nigga\n[05:56.82] $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n[05:58.43] Another 5 in chandeliers\n[05:59.88] 230 acres, nigga\n[06:00.97] That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n[06:02.45] War ready\n[06:03.39] And I'm down to die 'bout that\n[06:04.13] We gon' ride 'bout that\n[06:06.17] So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n[06:06.96] Cut that check, nigga\n[06:07.35] Whatcha money like, huh?\n[06:07.93] It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n[06:08.75] Read the obituary, nigga\n[06:09.84] Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n[06:11.40] What's a hassa?\n[06:16.56] What's a hassa?\n[06:17.67] That's you, haha\n[06:21.71] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:26.48] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:30.85] Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n[06:34.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: War Ready\n  artist: Rick Ross\n  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end_ms: 390850\n- text: Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n  start_ms: 390850\n  end_ms: 394010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 394010\nplain: |-\n  Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n\n  War ready\n  You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  We've got money\n  Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  Mastermind\n  Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n  17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  War ready, fast cash above the law\n  War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n  This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\n  Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n  You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n  We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n  And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n  All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n  Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n  I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n  And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n  Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n  Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n  What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n  Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  'Bout what another mothafucka said\n  Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  Heroin and quinine\n  Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  Phone call said he need a brick\n  I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n  You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n  Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  War ready\n  If you ain't ready to die about it\n  Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  $25 million, nigga\n  $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  Another 5 in chandeliers\n  230 acres, nigga\n  That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  War ready\n  And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  We gon' ride 'bout that\n  So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  Cut that check, nigga\n  Whatcha money like, huh?\n  It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  Read the obituary, nigga\n  Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  What's a hassa?\n  What's a hassa?\n  That's you, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n"},{"id":14096539,"name":"War Ready (Dirty)","trackName":"War Ready (Dirty)","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"XMiX Digital Single (Feb 2014)","duration":423.83995,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n\nWar ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe've got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do\nMastermind\nNigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nIf money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\nThis year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nAll right, a nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\nRidin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\nHeroin and quinine\nCut that bitch a thousand times\nPhone call said he need a brick\nI text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\nYou went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\nNever came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nWar ready\nIf you ain't ready to die about it\nDon't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\nI went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\nWalking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\nEvander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n$25 million, nigga\n$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\nAnother 5 in chandeliers\n230 acres, nigga\nThat's just one of the many properties, nigga\nWar ready\nAnd I'm down to die 'bout that\nWe gon' ride 'bout that\nSo you know we ready to slide 'bout that\nCut that check, nigga\nWhatcha money like, huh?\nIt's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\nRead the obituary, nigga\nPrint that motherfucker in ..., nigga\nWhat's a hassa?\nWhat's a hassa?\nThat's you, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nHey Black, kill this motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.94] Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n[00:17.18] War ready\n[00:31.04] You got shooters, I've got shooters\n[00:35.08] We've got money\n[00:39.54] Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n[00:43.24] Mastermind\n[00:49.69] Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n[00:53.69] If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n[00:58.95] Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n[01:02.74] 17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n[01:06.51] Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n[01:11.13] Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n[01:18.46] Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n[01:19.96] Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n[01:23.75] Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n[01:27.70] Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n[01:32.96] Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n[01:36.90] War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n[01:40.99] War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n[01:45.56] War ready, fast cash above the law\n[01:49.98] War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n[01:55.07] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[01:58.12] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:01.52] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[02:05.47] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[02:09.86] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[02:14.54] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:18.96] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[02:23.21] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[02:27.56] War, war, war\n[02:28.88] A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n[02:35.27] I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n[02:41.25] This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n[02:45.03] Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n[02:47.94] You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n[02:49.80] We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n[02:52.08] And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n[02:54.04] All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n[02:56.19] Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n[02:58.23] I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n[02:59.88] And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n[03:02.71] Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n[03:04.96] Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n[03:07.05] What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n[03:09.46] Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n[03:11.42] You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n[03:12.95] 'Bout what another mothafucka said\n[03:14.53] Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n[03:17.72] I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n[03:20.04] Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n[03:22.20] Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n[03:24.00] Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n[03:26.31] Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n[03:28.72] Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n[03:31.03] Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n[03:33.09] Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n[03:35.18] Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n[03:37.77] Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n[03:39.85] Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n[03:43.70] Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n[03:45.13] Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n[03:46.04] Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n[03:50.76] Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n[03:52.69] When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n[03:54.08] Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n[03:55.90] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[04:09.89] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:10.46] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[04:11.54] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[04:12.19] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[04:12.69] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:13.33] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[04:13.90] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[04:14.56] War, war, war\n[04:15.39] Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n[04:16.68] Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n[04:21.09] Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n[04:25.24] Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n[04:29.70] Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n[04:34.11] I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n[04:38.49] Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n[04:42.71] Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n[04:46.02] Heroin and quinine\n[04:49.20] Cut that bitch a thousand times\n[04:51.93] Phone call said he need a brick\n[04:53.35] I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n[04:55.70] You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n[05:00.12] Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n[05:03.83] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[05:07.05] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:11.32] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[05:16.86] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[05:23.80] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[05:29.29] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:31.55] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[05:38.88] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[05:40.09] War, war, war\n[05:41.15] War ready\n[05:42.34] If you ain't ready to die about it\n[05:45.64] Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n[05:47.34] I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n[05:48.84] Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n[05:50.78] Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n[05:55.84] $25 million, nigga\n[05:56.81] $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n[05:58.47] Another 5 in chandeliers\n[05:59.82] 230 acres, nigga\n[06:00.92] That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n[06:02.44] War ready\n[06:03.36] And I'm down to die 'bout that\n[06:04.17] We gon' ride 'bout that\n[06:06.19] So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n[06:06.98] Cut that check, nigga\n[06:07.32] Whatcha money like, huh?\n[06:07.92] It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n[06:08.78] Read the obituary, nigga\n[06:09.88] Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n[06:11.40] What's a hassa?\n[06:16.50] What's a hassa?\n[06:17.66] That's you, haha\n[06:21.73] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:26.46] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:30.82] Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n[06:34.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: War Ready (Dirty)\n  artist: Rick Ross\n  album: XMiX Digital Single (Feb 2014)\n  duration_ms: 423840\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n  start_ms: 3940\n  end_ms: 17180\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 17180\n  end_ms: 31040\n- text: You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  start_ms: 31040\n  end_ms: 35080\n- text: We've got money\n  start_ms: 35080\n  end_ms: 39540\n- text: Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  start_ms: 39540\n  end_ms: 43240\n- text: Mastermind\n  start_ms: 43240\n  end_ms: 49690\n- text: Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  start_ms: 49690\n  end_ms: 53690\n- text: If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  start_ms: 53690\n  end_ms: 58950\n- text: Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n  start_ms: 58950\n  end_ms: 62740\n- text: 17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  start_ms: 62740\n  end_ms: 66510\n- text: Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  start_ms: 66510\n  end_ms: 71130\n- text: Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  start_ms: 71130\n  end_ms: 78460\n- text: Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  start_ms: 78460\n  end_ms: 79960\n- text: Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  start_ms: 79960\n  end_ms: 83750\n- text: Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  start_ms: 83750\n  end_ms: 87700\n- text: Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  start_ms: 87700\n  end_ms: 92960\n- text: Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  start_ms: 92960\n  end_ms: 96900\n- text: War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  start_ms: 96900\n  end_ms: 100990\n- text: War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  start_ms: 100990\n  end_ms: 105560\n- text: War ready, fast cash above the law\n  start_ms: 105560\n  end_ms: 109980\n- text: War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n  start_ms: 109980\n  end_ms: 115070\n- text: Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 115070\n  end_ms: 118120\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 118120\n  end_ms: 121520\n- text: Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 121520\n  end_ms: 125470\n- text: Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  start_ms: 125470\n  end_ms: 129860\n- text: Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 129860\n  end_ms: 134540\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 134540\n  end_ms: 138960\n- text: Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  start_ms: 138960\n  end_ms: 143210\n- text: Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 143210\n  end_ms: 147560\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 147560\n  end_ms: 148880\n- text: A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  start_ms: 148880\n  end_ms: 155270\n- text: I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n  start_ms: 155270\n  end_ms: 161250\n- text: This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n  start_ms: 161250\n  end_ms: 165030\n- text: Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n  start_ms: 165030\n  end_ms: 167940\n- text: You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n  start_ms: 167940\n  end_ms: 169800\n- text: We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n  start_ms: 169800\n  end_ms: 172080\n- text: And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n  start_ms: 172080\n  end_ms: 174040\n- text: All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n  start_ms: 174040\n  end_ms: 176190\n- text: Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n  start_ms: 176190\n  end_ms: 178230\n- text: I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n  start_ms: 178230\n  end_ms: 179880\n- text: And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n  start_ms: 179880\n  end_ms: 182710\n- text: Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n  start_ms: 182710\n  end_ms: 184960\n- text: Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n  start_ms: 184960\n  end_ms: 187050\n- text: What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n  start_ms: 187050\n  end_ms: 189460\n- text: Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  start_ms: 189460\n  end_ms: 191420\n- text: You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  start_ms: 191420\n  end_ms: 192950\n- text: '''Bout what another mothafucka said'\n  start_ms: 192950\n  end_ms: 194530\n- text: Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  start_ms: 194530\n  end_ms: 197720\n- text: I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  start_ms: 197720\n  end_ms: 200040\n- text: Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  start_ms: 200040\n  end_ms: 202200\n- text: Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  start_ms: 202200\n  end_ms: 204000\n- text: Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  start_ms: 204000\n  end_ms: 206310\n- text: Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  start_ms: 206310\n  end_ms: 208720\n- text: Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  start_ms: 208720\n  end_ms: 211030\n- text: Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  start_ms: 211030\n  end_ms: 213090\n- text: Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  start_ms: 213090\n  end_ms: 215180\n- text: Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  start_ms: 215180\n  end_ms: 217770\n- text: Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  start_ms: 217770\n  end_ms: 219850\n- text: Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  start_ms: 219850\n  end_ms: 223700\n- text: Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  start_ms: 223700\n  end_ms: 225130\n- text: Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  start_ms: 225130\n  end_ms: 226040\n- text: Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  start_ms: 226040\n  end_ms: 230760\n- text: Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  start_ms: 230760\n  end_ms: 232690\n- text: When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  start_ms: 232690\n  end_ms: 234080\n- text: Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n  start_ms: 234080\n  end_ms: 235900\n- text: Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 235900\n  end_ms: 249890\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 249890\n  end_ms: 250460\n- text: Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 250460\n  end_ms: 251540\n- text: Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  start_ms: 251540\n  end_ms: 252190\n- text: Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 252190\n  end_ms: 252690\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 252690\n  end_ms: 253330\n- text: Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  start_ms: 253330\n  end_ms: 253900\n- text: Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 253900\n  end_ms: 254560\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 254560\n  end_ms: 255390\n- text: Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  start_ms: 255390\n  end_ms: 256680\n- text: Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  start_ms: 256680\n  end_ms: 261090\n- text: Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  start_ms: 261090\n  end_ms: 265240\n- text: Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  start_ms: 265240\n  end_ms: 269700\n- text: Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  start_ms: 269700\n  end_ms: 274110\n- text: I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  start_ms: 274110\n  end_ms: 278490\n- text: Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  start_ms: 278490\n  end_ms: 282710\n- text: Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  start_ms: 282710\n  end_ms: 286020\n- text: Heroin and quinine\n  start_ms: 286020\n  end_ms: 289200\n- text: Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  start_ms: 289200\n  end_ms: 291930\n- text: Phone call said he need a brick\n  start_ms: 291930\n  end_ms: 293350\n- text: I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n  start_ms: 293350\n  end_ms: 295700\n- text: You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n  start_ms: 295700\n  end_ms: 300120\n- text: Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n  start_ms: 300120\n  end_ms: 303830\n- text: Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 303830\n  end_ms: 307050\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 307050\n  end_ms: 311320\n- text: Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 311320\n  end_ms: 316860\n- text: Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  start_ms: 316860\n  end_ms: 323800\n- text: Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 323800\n  end_ms: 329290\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 329290\n  end_ms: 331550\n- text: Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  start_ms: 331550\n  end_ms: 338880\n- text: Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 338880\n  end_ms: 340090\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 340090\n  end_ms: 341150\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 341150\n  end_ms: 342340\n- text: If you ain't ready to die about it\n  start_ms: 342340\n  end_ms: 345640\n- text: Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  start_ms: 345640\n  end_ms: 347340\n- text: I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 347340\n  end_ms: 348840\n- text: Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  start_ms: 348840\n  end_ms: 350780\n- text: Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  start_ms: 350780\n  end_ms: 355840\n- text: $25 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 355840\n  end_ms: 356810\n- text: $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  start_ms: 356810\n  end_ms: 358470\n- text: Another 5 in chandeliers\n  start_ms: 358470\n  end_ms: 359820\n- text: 230 acres, nigga\n  start_ms: 359820\n  end_ms: 360920\n- text: That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  start_ms: 360920\n  end_ms: 362440\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 362440\n  end_ms: 363360\n- text: And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  start_ms: 363360\n  end_ms: 364170\n- text: We gon' ride 'bout that\n  start_ms: 364170\n  end_ms: 366190\n- text: So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  start_ms: 366190\n  end_ms: 366980\n- text: Cut that check, nigga\n  start_ms: 366980\n  end_ms: 367320\n- text: Whatcha money like, huh?\n  start_ms: 367320\n  end_ms: 367920\n- text: It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 367920\n  end_ms: 368780\n- text: Read the obituary, nigga\n  start_ms: 368780\n  end_ms: 369880\n- text: Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  start_ms: 369880\n  end_ms: 371400\n- text: What's a hassa?\n  start_ms: 371400\n  end_ms: 376500\n- text: What's a hassa?\n  start_ms: 376500\n  end_ms: 377660\n- text: That's you, haha\n  start_ms: 377660\n  end_ms: 381730\n- text: I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  start_ms: 381730\n  end_ms: 386460\n- text: I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  start_ms: 386460\n  end_ms: 390820\n- text: Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n  start_ms: 390820\n  end_ms: 394050\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 394050\nplain: |-\n  Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n\n  War ready\n  You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  We've got money\n  Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  Mastermind\n  Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n  17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  War ready, fast cash above the law\n  War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n  This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\n  Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n  You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n  We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n  And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n  All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n  Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n  I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n  And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n  Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n  Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n  What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n  Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  'Bout what another mothafucka said\n  Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  Heroin and quinine\n  Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  Phone call said he need a brick\n  I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n  You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n  Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  War ready\n  If you ain't ready to die about it\n  Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  $25 million, nigga\n  $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  Another 5 in chandeliers\n  230 acres, nigga\n  That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  War ready\n  And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  We gon' ride 'bout that\n  So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  Cut that check, nigga\n  Whatcha money like, huh?\n  It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  Read the obituary, nigga\n  Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  What's a hassa?\n  What's a hassa?\n  That's you, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n"},{"id":29452344,"name":"War Ready","trackName":"War Ready","artistName":"Rick Ross; Jeezy","albumName":"Mastermind (Deluxe)","duration":424.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n\nWar ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe've got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do\nMastermind\nNigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nIf money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\nThis year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nAll right, a nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\nRidin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\nHeroin and quinine\nCut that bitch a thousand times\nPhone call said he need a brick\nI text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\nYou went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\nNever came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nWar ready\nIf you ain't ready to die about it\nDon't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\nI went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\nWalking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\nEvander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n$25 million, nigga\n$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\nAnother 5 in chandeliers\n230 acres, nigga\nThat's just one of the many properties, nigga\nWar ready\nAnd I'm down to die 'bout that\nWe gon' ride 'bout that\nSo you know we ready to slide 'bout that\nCut that check, nigga\nWhatcha money like, huh?\nIt's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\nRead the obituary, nigga\nPrint that motherfucker in ..., nigga\nWhat's a hassa?\nWhat's a hassa?\nThat's you, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nHey Black, kill this motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.94] Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n[00:17.18] War ready\n[00:31.04] You got shooters, I've got shooters\n[00:35.08] We've got money\n[00:39.54] Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n[00:43.24] Mastermind\n[00:49.69] Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n[00:53.69] If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n[00:58.95] Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n[01:02.74] 17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n[01:06.51] Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n[01:11.13] Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n[01:18.46] Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n[01:19.96] Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n[01:23.75] Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n[01:27.70] Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n[01:32.96] Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n[01:36.90] War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n[01:40.99] War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n[01:45.56] War ready, fast cash above the law\n[01:49.98] War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n[01:55.07] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[01:58.12] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:01.52] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[02:05.47] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[02:09.86] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[02:14.54] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:18.96] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[02:23.21] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[02:27.56] War, war, war\n[02:28.88] A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n[02:35.27] I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n[02:41.25] This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n[02:45.03] Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n[02:47.94] You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n[02:49.80] We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n[02:52.08] And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n[02:54.04] All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n[02:56.19] Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n[02:58.23] I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n[02:59.88] And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n[03:02.71] Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n[03:04.96] Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n[03:07.05] What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n[03:09.46] Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n[03:11.42] You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n[03:12.95] 'Bout what another mothafucka said\n[03:14.53] Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n[03:17.72] I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n[03:20.04] Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n[03:22.20] Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n[03:24.00] Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n[03:26.31] Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n[03:28.72] Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n[03:31.03] Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n[03:33.09] Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n[03:35.18] Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n[03:37.77] Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n[03:39.85] Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n[03:43.70] Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n[03:45.13] Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n[03:46.04] Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n[03:50.76] Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n[03:52.69] When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n[03:54.08] Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n[03:55.90] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[04:09.89] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:10.46] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[04:11.54] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[04:12.19] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[04:12.69] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:13.33] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[04:13.90] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[04:14.56] War, war, war\n[04:15.39] Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n[04:16.68] Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n[04:21.09] Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n[04:25.24] Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n[04:29.70] Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n[04:34.11] I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n[04:38.49] Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n[04:42.71] Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n[04:46.02] Heroin and quinine\n[04:49.20] Cut that bitch a thousand times\n[04:51.93] Phone call said he need a brick\n[04:53.35] I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n[04:55.70] You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n[05:00.12] Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n[05:03.83] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[05:07.05] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:11.32] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[05:16.86] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[05:23.80] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[05:29.29] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:31.55] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[05:38.88] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[05:40.09] War, war, war\n[05:41.15] War ready\n[05:42.34] If you ain't ready to die about it\n[05:45.64] Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n[05:47.34] I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n[05:48.84] Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n[05:50.78] Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n[05:55.84] $25 million, nigga\n[05:56.81] $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n[05:58.47] Another 5 in chandeliers\n[05:59.82] 230 acres, nigga\n[06:00.92] That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n[06:02.44] War ready\n[06:03.36] And I'm down to die 'bout that\n[06:04.17] We gon' ride 'bout that\n[06:06.19] So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n[06:06.98] Cut that check, nigga\n[06:07.32] Whatcha money like, huh?\n[06:07.92] It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n[06:08.78] Read the obituary, nigga\n[06:09.88] Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n[06:11.40] What's a hassa?\n[06:16.50] What's a hassa?\n[06:17.66] That's you, haha\n[06:21.73] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:26.46] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:30.82] Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n[06:34.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: War Ready\n  artist: Rick Ross; 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end_ms: 390820\n- text: Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n  start_ms: 390820\n  end_ms: 394050\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 394050\nplain: |-\n  Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n\n  War ready\n  You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  We've got money\n  Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  Mastermind\n  Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n  17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  War ready, fast cash above the law\n  War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n  This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\n  Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n  You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n  We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n  And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n  All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n  Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n  I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n  And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n  Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n  Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n  What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n  Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  'Bout what another mothafucka said\n  Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  Heroin and quinine\n  Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  Phone call said he need a brick\n  I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n  You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n  Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  War ready\n  If you ain't ready to die about it\n  Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  $25 million, nigga\n  $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  Another 5 in chandeliers\n  230 acres, nigga\n  That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  War ready\n  And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  We gon' ride 'bout that\n  So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  Cut that check, nigga\n  Whatcha money like, huh?\n  It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  Read the obituary, nigga\n  Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  What's a hassa?\n  What's a hassa?\n  That's you, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n"},{"id":12477360,"name":"War Ready","trackName":"War Ready","artistName":"Rick Ross, Jeezy","albumName":"Mastermind","duration":424.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n\nWar ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe've got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do\nMastermind\nNigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nIf money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\nThis year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nAll right, a nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\nRidin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\nHeroin and quinine\nCut that bitch a thousand times\nPhone call said he need a brick\nI text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\nYou went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\nNever came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nWar ready\nIf you ain't ready to die about it\nDon't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\nI went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\nWalking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\nEvander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n$25 million, nigga\n$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\nAnother 5 in chandeliers\n230 acres, nigga\nThat's just one of the many properties, nigga\nWar ready\nAnd I'm down to die 'bout that\nWe gon' ride 'bout that\nSo you know we ready to slide 'bout that\nCut that check, nigga\nWhatcha money like, huh?\nIt's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\nRead the obituary, nigga\nPrint that motherfucker in ..., nigga\nWhat's a hassa?\nWhat's a hassa?\nThat's you, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nHey Black, kill this motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.94] Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. 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Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n[02:41.25] This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n[02:45.03] Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n[02:47.94] You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n[02:49.80] We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n[02:52.08] And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n[02:54.04] All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n[02:56.19] Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n[02:58.23] I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n[02:59.88] And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n[03:02.71] Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n[03:04.96] Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n[03:07.05] What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n[03:09.46] Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n[03:11.42] You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n[03:12.95] 'Bout what another mothafucka said\n[03:14.53] Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n[03:17.72] I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n[03:20.04] Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n[03:22.20] Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n[03:24.00] Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n[03:26.31] Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n[03:28.72] Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n[03:31.03] Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n[03:33.09] Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n[03:35.18] Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n[03:37.77] Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n[03:39.85] Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n[03:43.70] Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n[03:45.13] Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n[03:46.04] Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n[03:50.76] Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n[03:52.69] When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n[03:54.08] Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n[03:55.90] 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...\n[04:46.02] Heroin and quinine\n[04:49.20] Cut that bitch a thousand times\n[04:51.93] Phone call said he need a brick\n[04:53.35] I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n[04:55.70] You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n[05:00.12] Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n[05:03.83] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[05:07.05] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:11.32] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[05:16.86] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[05:23.80] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[05:29.29] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:31.55] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[05:38.88] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[05:40.09] War, war, war\n[05:41.15] War ready\n[05:42.34] If you ain't ready to die about it\n[05:45.64] Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n[05:47.34] I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n[05:48.84] Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n[05:50.78] Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n[05:55.84] $25 million, nigga\n[05:56.81] $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n[05:58.47] Another 5 in chandeliers\n[05:59.82] 230 acres, nigga\n[06:00.92] That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n[06:02.44] War ready\n[06:03.36] And I'm down to die 'bout that\n[06:04.17] We gon' ride 'bout that\n[06:06.19] So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n[06:06.98] Cut that check, nigga\n[06:07.32] Whatcha money like, huh?\n[06:07.92] It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n[06:08.78] Read the obituary, nigga\n[06:09.88] Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n[06:11.40] What's a hassa?\n[06:16.50] What's a hassa?\n[06:17.66] That's you, haha\n[06:21.73] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:26.46] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:30.82] Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n[06:34.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: War Ready\n  artist: Rick Ross, 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You may be seated\n  start_ms: 3940\n  end_ms: 17180\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 17180\n  end_ms: 31040\n- text: You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  start_ms: 31040\n  end_ms: 35080\n- text: We've got money\n  start_ms: 35080\n  end_ms: 39540\n- text: Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  start_ms: 39540\n  end_ms: 43240\n- text: Mastermind\n  start_ms: 43240\n  end_ms: 49690\n- text: Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  start_ms: 49690\n  end_ms: 53690\n- text: If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  start_ms: 53690\n  end_ms: 58950\n- text: Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n  start_ms: 58950\n  end_ms: 62740\n- text: 17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  start_ms: 62740\n  end_ms: 66510\n- text: Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  start_ms: 66510\n  end_ms: 71130\n- text: Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  start_ms: 71130\n  end_ms: 78460\n- text: Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  start_ms: 78460\n  end_ms: 79960\n- text: Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  start_ms: 79960\n  end_ms: 83750\n- text: Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  start_ms: 83750\n  end_ms: 87700\n- text: Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  start_ms: 87700\n  end_ms: 92960\n- text: Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  start_ms: 92960\n  end_ms: 96900\n- text: War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  start_ms: 96900\n  end_ms: 100990\n- text: War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  start_ms: 100990\n  end_ms: 105560\n- text: War ready, fast cash above the law\n  start_ms: 105560\n  end_ms: 109980\n- text: War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n  start_ms: 109980\n  end_ms: 115070\n- text: Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 115070\n  end_ms: 118120\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 118120\n  end_ms: 121520\n- text: Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 121520\n  end_ms: 125470\n- text: Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  start_ms: 125470\n  end_ms: 129860\n- text: Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 129860\n  end_ms: 134540\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 134540\n  end_ms: 138960\n- text: Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  start_ms: 138960\n  end_ms: 143210\n- text: Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 143210\n  end_ms: 147560\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 147560\n  end_ms: 148880\n- text: A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  start_ms: 148880\n  end_ms: 155270\n- text: I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n  start_ms: 155270\n  end_ms: 161250\n- text: This year Fernando. 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that nigga\n  start_ms: 184960\n  end_ms: 187050\n- text: What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n  start_ms: 187050\n  end_ms: 189460\n- text: Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  start_ms: 189460\n  end_ms: 191420\n- text: You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  start_ms: 191420\n  end_ms: 192950\n- text: '''Bout what another mothafucka said'\n  start_ms: 192950\n  end_ms: 194530\n- text: Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  start_ms: 194530\n  end_ms: 197720\n- text: I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  start_ms: 197720\n  end_ms: 200040\n- text: Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  start_ms: 200040\n  end_ms: 202200\n- text: Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  start_ms: 202200\n  end_ms: 204000\n- text: Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  start_ms: 204000\n  end_ms: 206310\n- text: Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  start_ms: 206310\n  end_ms: 208720\n- text: Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  start_ms: 208720\n  end_ms: 211030\n- text: Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  start_ms: 211030\n  end_ms: 213090\n- text: Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  start_ms: 213090\n  end_ms: 215180\n- text: Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  start_ms: 215180\n  end_ms: 217770\n- text: Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  start_ms: 217770\n  end_ms: 219850\n- text: Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  start_ms: 219850\n  end_ms: 223700\n- text: Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  start_ms: 223700\n  end_ms: 225130\n- text: Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  start_ms: 225130\n  end_ms: 226040\n- text: Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  start_ms: 226040\n  end_ms: 230760\n- text: Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  start_ms: 230760\n  end_ms: 232690\n- text: When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  start_ms: 232690\n  end_ms: 234080\n- text: Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n  start_ms: 234080\n  end_ms: 235900\n- text: Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 235900\n  end_ms: 249890\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 249890\n  end_ms: 250460\n- text: Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 250460\n  end_ms: 251540\n- text: Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  start_ms: 251540\n  end_ms: 252190\n- text: Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 252190\n  end_ms: 252690\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 252690\n  end_ms: 253330\n- text: Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  start_ms: 253330\n  end_ms: 253900\n- text: Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 253900\n  end_ms: 254560\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 254560\n  end_ms: 255390\n- text: Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  start_ms: 255390\n  end_ms: 256680\n- text: Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  start_ms: 256680\n  end_ms: 261090\n- text: Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  start_ms: 261090\n  end_ms: 265240\n- text: Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  start_ms: 265240\n  end_ms: 269700\n- text: Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  start_ms: 269700\n  end_ms: 274110\n- text: I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  start_ms: 274110\n  end_ms: 278490\n- text: Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  start_ms: 278490\n  end_ms: 282710\n- text: Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  start_ms: 282710\n  end_ms: 286020\n- text: Heroin and quinine\n  start_ms: 286020\n  end_ms: 289200\n- text: Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  start_ms: 289200\n  end_ms: 291930\n- text: Phone call said he need a brick\n  start_ms: 291930\n  end_ms: 293350\n- text: I text him 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340090\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 340090\n  end_ms: 341150\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 341150\n  end_ms: 342340\n- text: If you ain't ready to die about it\n  start_ms: 342340\n  end_ms: 345640\n- text: Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  start_ms: 345640\n  end_ms: 347340\n- text: I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 347340\n  end_ms: 348840\n- text: Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  start_ms: 348840\n  end_ms: 350780\n- text: Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  start_ms: 350780\n  end_ms: 355840\n- text: $25 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 355840\n  end_ms: 356810\n- text: $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  start_ms: 356810\n  end_ms: 358470\n- text: Another 5 in chandeliers\n  start_ms: 358470\n  end_ms: 359820\n- text: 230 acres, nigga\n  start_ms: 359820\n  end_ms: 360920\n- text: That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  start_ms: 360920\n  end_ms: 362440\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 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You may be seated\n\n  War ready\n  You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  We've got money\n  Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  Mastermind\n  Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n  17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  War ready, fast cash above the law\n  War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n  This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\n  Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n  You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n  We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n  And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n  All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n  Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n  I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n  And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n  Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n  Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n  What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n  Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  'Bout what another mothafucka said\n  Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  Heroin and quinine\n  Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  Phone call said he need a brick\n  I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n  You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n  Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  War ready\n  If you ain't ready to die about it\n  Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  $25 million, nigga\n  $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  Another 5 in chandeliers\n  230 acres, nigga\n  That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  War ready\n  And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  We gon' ride 'bout that\n  So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  Cut that check, nigga\n  Whatcha money like, huh?\n  It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  Read the obituary, nigga\n  Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  What's a hassa?\n  What's a hassa?\n  That's you, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n"},{"id":5697604,"name":"War Ready (feat. 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You may be seated\n\nWar ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe've got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do\nMastermind\nNigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nIf money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\nThis year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nAll right, a nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\nRidin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\nHeroin and quinine\nCut that bitch a thousand times\nPhone call said he need a brick\nI text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\nYou went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\nNever came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nWar ready\nIf you ain't ready to die about it\nDon't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\nI went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\nWalking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\nEvander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n$25 million, nigga\n$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\nAnother 5 in chandeliers\n230 acres, nigga\nThat's just one of the many properties, nigga\nWar ready\nAnd I'm down to die 'bout that\nWe gon' ride 'bout that\nSo you know we ready to slide 'bout that\nCut that check, nigga\nWhatcha money like, huh?\nIt's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\nRead the obituary, nigga\nPrint that motherfucker in ..., nigga\nWhat's a hassa?\nWhat's a hassa?\nThat's you, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nHey Black, kill this motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.93] Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n[00:17.10] War ready\n[00:31.02] You got shooters, I've got shooters\n[00:35.03] We've got money\n[00:39.54] Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n[00:43.24] Mastermind\n[00:49.61] Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n[00:53.66] If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n[00:58.98] Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n[01:02.76] 17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n[01:06.59] Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n[01:11.17] Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n[01:18.45] Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n[01:19.98] Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n[01:23.74] Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n[01:27.72] Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n[01:32.92] Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n[01:36.98] War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n[01:40.97] War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n[01:45.54] War ready, fast cash above the law\n[01:49.96] War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n[01:55.05] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[01:58.14] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:01.50] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[02:05.46] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[02:09.81] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[02:14.57] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:18.93] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[02:23.28] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[02:27.51] War, war, war\n[02:28.84] A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n[02:35.22] I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n[02:41.21] This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n[02:45.06] Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n[02:47.96] You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n[02:49.85] We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n[02:52.01] And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n[02:54.07] All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n[02:56.12] Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n[02:58.29] I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n[02:59.83] And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n[03:02.72] Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n[03:04.97] Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n[03:07.09] What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n[03:09.40] Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n[03:11.41] You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n[03:12.92] 'Bout what another mothafucka said\n[03:14.52] Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n[03:17.70] I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n[03:20.09] Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n[03:22.26] Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n[03:24.06] Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n[03:26.34] Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n[03:28.71] Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n[03:31.07] Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n[03:33.01] Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n[03:35.12] Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n[03:37.74] Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n[03:39.84] Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n[03:43.71] Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n[03:45.15] Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n[03:46.08] Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n[03:50.73] Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n[03:52.66] When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n[03:54.05] Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n[03:55.99] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[04:09.82] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:10.46] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[04:11.57] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[04:12.15] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[04:12.66] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:13.30] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[04:13.97] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[04:14.53] War, war, war\n[04:15.30] Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n[04:16.67] Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n[04:21.06] Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n[04:25.12] Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n[04:29.70] Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n[04:34.15] I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n[04:38.41] Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n[04:42.77] Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n[04:46.01] Heroin and quinine\n[04:49.26] Cut that bitch a thousand times\n[04:51.98] Phone call said he need a brick\n[04:53.40] I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n[04:55.77] You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n[05:00.10] Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n[05:03.83] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[05:07.01] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:11.31] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[05:16.88] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[05:23.80] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[05:29.25] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:31.55] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[05:38.85] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[05:40.05] War, war, war\n[05:41.18] War ready\n[05:42.32] If you ain't ready to die about it\n[05:45.62] Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n[05:47.33] I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n[05:48.88] Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n[05:50.73] Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n[05:55.80] $25 million, nigga\n[05:56.82] $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n[05:58.43] Another 5 in chandeliers\n[05:59.88] 230 acres, nigga\n[06:00.97] That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n[06:02.45] War ready\n[06:03.39] And I'm down to die 'bout that\n[06:04.13] We gon' ride 'bout that\n[06:06.17] So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n[06:06.96] Cut that check, nigga\n[06:07.35] Whatcha money like, huh?\n[06:07.93] It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n[06:08.75] Read the obituary, nigga\n[06:09.84] Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n[06:11.40] What's a hassa?\n[06:16.56] What's a hassa?\n[06:17.67] That's you, haha\n[06:21.71] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:26.48] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:30.85] Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n[06:34.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: War Ready (feat. 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You may be seated\n\n  War ready\n  You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  We've got money\n  Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  Mastermind\n  Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n  17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  War ready, fast cash above the law\n  War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n  This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\n  Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n  You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n  We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n  And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n  All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n  Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n  I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n  And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n  Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n  Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n  What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n  Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  'Bout what another mothafucka said\n  Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  Heroin and quinine\n  Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  Phone call said he need a brick\n  I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n  You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n  Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  War ready\n  If you ain't ready to die about it\n  Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  $25 million, nigga\n  $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  Another 5 in chandeliers\n  230 acres, nigga\n  That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  War ready\n  And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  We gon' ride 'bout that\n  So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  Cut that check, nigga\n  Whatcha money like, huh?\n  It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  Read the obituary, nigga\n  Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  What's a hassa?\n  What's a hassa?\n  That's you, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n"},{"id":16394297,"name":"War Ready (feat. 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You may be seated\n\nWar ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe've got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do\nMastermind\nNigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nIf money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\nThis year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nAll right, a nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\nRidin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\nHeroin and quinine\nCut that bitch a thousand times\nPhone call said he need a brick\nI text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\nYou went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\nNever came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nWar ready\nIf you ain't ready to die about it\nDon't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\nI went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\nWalking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\nEvander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n$25 million, nigga\n$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\nAnother 5 in chandeliers\n230 acres, nigga\nThat's just one of the many properties, nigga\nWar ready\nAnd I'm down to die 'bout that\nWe gon' ride 'bout that\nSo you know we ready to slide 'bout that\nCut that check, nigga\nWhatcha money like, huh?\nIt's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\nRead the obituary, nigga\nPrint that motherfucker in ..., nigga\nWhat's a hassa?\nWhat's a hassa?\nThat's you, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nHey Black, kill this motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.94] Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. 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Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n[02:41.25] This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n[02:45.03] Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n[02:47.94] You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n[02:49.80] We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n[02:52.08] And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n[02:54.04] All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n[02:56.19] Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n[02:58.23] I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n[02:59.88] And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n[03:02.71] Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n[03:04.96] Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n[03:07.05] What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n[03:09.46] Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n[03:11.42] You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n[03:12.95] 'Bout what another mothafucka said\n[03:14.53] Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n[03:17.72] I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n[03:20.04] Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n[03:22.20] Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n[03:24.00] Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n[03:26.31] Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n[03:28.72] Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n[03:31.03] Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n[03:33.09] Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n[03:35.18] Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n[03:37.77] Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n[03:39.85] Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n[03:43.70] Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n[03:45.13] Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n[03:46.04] Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n[03:50.76] Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n[03:52.69] When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n[03:54.08] Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n[03:55.90] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[04:09.89] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:10.46] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[04:11.54] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[04:12.19] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[04:12.69] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:13.33] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[04:13.90] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[04:14.56] War, war, war\n[04:15.39] Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n[04:16.68] Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n[04:21.09] Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n[04:25.24] Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n[04:29.70] Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n[04:34.11] I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n[04:38.49] Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n[04:42.71] Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n[04:46.02] Heroin and quinine\n[04:49.20] Cut that bitch a thousand times\n[04:51.93] Phone call said he need a brick\n[04:53.35] I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n[04:55.70] You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n[05:00.12] Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n[05:03.83] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[05:07.05] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:11.32] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[05:16.86] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[05:23.80] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[05:29.29] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:31.55] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[05:38.88] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[05:40.09] War, war, war\n[05:41.15] War ready\n[05:42.34] If you ain't ready to die about it\n[05:45.64] Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n[05:47.34] I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n[05:48.84] Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n[05:50.78] Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n[05:55.84] $25 million, nigga\n[05:56.81] $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n[05:58.47] Another 5 in chandeliers\n[05:59.82] 230 acres, nigga\n[06:00.92] That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n[06:02.44] War ready\n[06:03.36] And I'm down to die 'bout that\n[06:04.17] We gon' ride 'bout that\n[06:06.19] So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n[06:06.98] Cut that check, nigga\n[06:07.32] Whatcha money like, huh?\n[06:07.92] It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n[06:08.78] Read the obituary, nigga\n[06:09.88] Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n[06:11.40] What's a hassa?\n[06:16.50] What's a hassa?\n[06:17.66] That's you, haha\n[06:21.73] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:26.46] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:30.82] Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n[06:34.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: War Ready (feat. 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You may be seated\n  start_ms: 3940\n  end_ms: 17180\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 17180\n  end_ms: 31040\n- text: You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  start_ms: 31040\n  end_ms: 35080\n- text: We've got money\n  start_ms: 35080\n  end_ms: 39540\n- text: Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  start_ms: 39540\n  end_ms: 43240\n- text: Mastermind\n  start_ms: 43240\n  end_ms: 49690\n- text: Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  start_ms: 49690\n  end_ms: 53690\n- text: If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  start_ms: 53690\n  end_ms: 58950\n- text: Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n  start_ms: 58950\n  end_ms: 62740\n- text: 17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  start_ms: 62740\n  end_ms: 66510\n- text: Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  start_ms: 66510\n  end_ms: 71130\n- text: Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  start_ms: 71130\n  end_ms: 78460\n- text: Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  start_ms: 78460\n  end_ms: 79960\n- text: Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  start_ms: 79960\n  end_ms: 83750\n- text: Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  start_ms: 83750\n  end_ms: 87700\n- text: Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  start_ms: 87700\n  end_ms: 92960\n- text: Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  start_ms: 92960\n  end_ms: 96900\n- text: War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  start_ms: 96900\n  end_ms: 100990\n- text: War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  start_ms: 100990\n  end_ms: 105560\n- text: War ready, fast cash above the law\n  start_ms: 105560\n  end_ms: 109980\n- text: War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n  start_ms: 109980\n  end_ms: 115070\n- text: Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 115070\n  end_ms: 118120\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 118120\n  end_ms: 121520\n- text: Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 121520\n  end_ms: 125470\n- text: Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  start_ms: 125470\n  end_ms: 129860\n- text: Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 129860\n  end_ms: 134540\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 134540\n  end_ms: 138960\n- text: Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  start_ms: 138960\n  end_ms: 143210\n- text: Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 143210\n  end_ms: 147560\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 147560\n  end_ms: 148880\n- text: A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  start_ms: 148880\n  end_ms: 155270\n- text: I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. 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You may be seated\n\n  War ready\n  You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  We've got money\n  Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  Mastermind\n  Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n  17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  War ready, fast cash above the law\n  War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n  This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\n  Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n  You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n  We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n  And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n  All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n  Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n  I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n  And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n  Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n  Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n  What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n  Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  'Bout what another mothafucka said\n  Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  Heroin and quinine\n  Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  Phone call said he need a brick\n  I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n  You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n  Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  War ready\n  If you ain't ready to die about it\n  Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  $25 million, nigga\n  $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  Another 5 in chandeliers\n  230 acres, nigga\n  That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  War ready\n  And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  We gon' ride 'bout that\n  So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  Cut that check, nigga\n  Whatcha money like, huh?\n  It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  Read the obituary, nigga\n  Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  What's a hassa?\n  What's a hassa?\n  That's you, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n"},{"id":16964998,"name":"War Ready (feat. 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You may be seated\n\nWar ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe've got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do\nMastermind\nNigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nIf money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\nThis year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nAll right, a nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\nRidin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\nHeroin and quinine\nCut that bitch a thousand times\nPhone call said he need a brick\nI text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\nYou went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\nNever came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nWar ready\nIf you ain't ready to die about it\nDon't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\nI went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\nWalking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\nEvander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n$25 million, nigga\n$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\nAnother 5 in chandeliers\n230 acres, nigga\nThat's just one of the many properties, nigga\nWar ready\nAnd I'm down to die 'bout that\nWe gon' ride 'bout that\nSo you know we ready to slide 'bout that\nCut that check, nigga\nWhatcha money like, huh?\nIt's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\nRead the obituary, nigga\nPrint that motherfucker in ..., nigga\nWhat's a hassa?\nWhat's a hassa?\nThat's you, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nHey Black, kill this motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.94] Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. 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Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n[02:41.25] This year Fernando. 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them drums get to bussin'\n  start_ms: 232690\n  end_ms: 234080\n- text: Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n  start_ms: 234080\n  end_ms: 235900\n- text: Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 235900\n  end_ms: 249890\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 249890\n  end_ms: 250460\n- text: Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 250460\n  end_ms: 251540\n- text: Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  start_ms: 251540\n  end_ms: 252190\n- text: Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 252190\n  end_ms: 252690\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 252690\n  end_ms: 253330\n- text: Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  start_ms: 253330\n  end_ms: 253900\n- text: Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 253900\n  end_ms: 254560\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 254560\n  end_ms: 255390\n- text: Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  start_ms: 255390\n  end_ms: 256680\n- text: Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  start_ms: 256680\n  end_ms: 261090\n- text: Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  start_ms: 261090\n  end_ms: 265240\n- text: Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  start_ms: 265240\n  end_ms: 269700\n- text: Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  start_ms: 269700\n  end_ms: 274110\n- text: I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  start_ms: 274110\n  end_ms: 278490\n- text: Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  start_ms: 278490\n  end_ms: 282710\n- text: Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  start_ms: 282710\n  end_ms: 286020\n- text: Heroin and quinine\n  start_ms: 286020\n  end_ms: 289200\n- text: Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  start_ms: 289200\n  end_ms: 291930\n- text: Phone call said he need a brick\n  start_ms: 291930\n  end_ms: 293350\n- text: I text him 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340090\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 340090\n  end_ms: 341150\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 341150\n  end_ms: 342340\n- text: If you ain't ready to die about it\n  start_ms: 342340\n  end_ms: 345640\n- text: Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  start_ms: 345640\n  end_ms: 347340\n- text: I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 347340\n  end_ms: 348840\n- text: Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  start_ms: 348840\n  end_ms: 350780\n- text: Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  start_ms: 350780\n  end_ms: 355840\n- text: $25 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 355840\n  end_ms: 356810\n- text: $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  start_ms: 356810\n  end_ms: 358470\n- text: Another 5 in chandeliers\n  start_ms: 358470\n  end_ms: 359820\n- text: 230 acres, nigga\n  start_ms: 359820\n  end_ms: 360920\n- text: That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  start_ms: 360920\n  end_ms: 362440\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 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You may be seated\n\n  War ready\n  You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  We've got money\n  Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  Mastermind\n  Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n  17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  War ready, fast cash above the law\n  War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n  This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\n  Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n  You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n  We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n  And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n  All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n  Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n  I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n  And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n  Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n  Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n  What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n  Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  'Bout what another mothafucka said\n  Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  Heroin and quinine\n  Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  Phone call said he need a brick\n  I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n  You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n  Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  War ready\n  If you ain't ready to die about it\n  Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  $25 million, nigga\n  $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  Another 5 in chandeliers\n  230 acres, nigga\n  That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  War ready\n  And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  We gon' ride 'bout that\n  So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  Cut that check, nigga\n  Whatcha money like, huh?\n  It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  Read the obituary, nigga\n  Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  What's a hassa?\n  What's a hassa?\n  That's you, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n"},{"id":16202277,"name":"War Ready (feat. Jeezy)","trackName":"War Ready (feat. Jeezy)","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Mastermind (Deluxe Edition)","duration":423.76,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n\nWar ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe've got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do\nMastermind\nNigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nIf money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\nThis year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nAll right, a nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\nRidin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\nHeroin and quinine\nCut that bitch a thousand times\nPhone call said he need a brick\nI text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\nYou went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\nNever came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nWar ready\nIf you ain't ready to die about it\nDon't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\nI went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\nWalking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\nEvander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n$25 million, nigga\n$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\nAnother 5 in chandeliers\n230 acres, nigga\nThat's just one of the many properties, nigga\nWar ready\nAnd I'm down to die 'bout that\nWe gon' ride 'bout that\nSo you know we ready to slide 'bout that\nCut that check, nigga\nWhatcha money like, huh?\nIt's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\nRead the obituary, nigga\nPrint that motherfucker in ..., nigga\nWhat's a hassa?\nWhat's a hassa?\nThat's you, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nHey Black, kill this motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.94] Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n[00:17.18] War ready\n[00:31.04] You got shooters, I've got shooters\n[00:35.08] We've got money\n[00:39.54] Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n[00:43.24] Mastermind\n[00:49.69] Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n[00:53.69] If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n[00:58.95] Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n[01:02.74] 17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n[01:06.51] Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n[01:11.13] Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n[01:18.46] Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n[01:19.96] Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n[01:23.75] Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n[01:27.70] Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n[01:32.96] Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n[01:36.90] War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n[01:40.99] War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n[01:45.56] War ready, fast cash above the law\n[01:49.98] War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n[01:55.07] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[01:58.12] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:01.52] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[02:05.47] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[02:09.86] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[02:14.54] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:18.96] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[02:23.21] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[02:27.56] War, war, war\n[02:28.88] A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n[02:35.27] I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n[02:41.25] This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n[02:45.03] Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n[02:47.94] You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n[02:49.80] We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n[02:52.08] And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n[02:54.04] All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n[02:56.19] Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n[02:58.23] I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n[02:59.88] And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n[03:02.71] Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n[03:04.96] Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n[03:07.05] What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n[03:09.46] Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n[03:11.42] You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n[03:12.95] 'Bout what another mothafucka said\n[03:14.53] Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n[03:17.72] I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n[03:20.04] Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n[03:22.20] Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n[03:24.00] Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n[03:26.31] Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n[03:28.72] Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n[03:31.03] Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n[03:33.09] Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n[03:35.18] Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n[03:37.77] Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n[03:39.85] Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n[03:43.70] Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n[03:45.13] Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n[03:46.04] Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n[03:50.76] Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n[03:52.69] When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n[03:54.08] Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n[03:55.90] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[04:09.89] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:10.46] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[04:11.54] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[04:12.19] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[04:12.69] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:13.33] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[04:13.90] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[04:14.56] War, war, war\n[04:15.39] Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n[04:16.68] Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n[04:21.09] Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n[04:25.24] Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n[04:29.70] Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n[04:34.11] I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n[04:38.49] Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n[04:42.71] Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n[04:46.02] Heroin and quinine\n[04:49.20] Cut that bitch a thousand times\n[04:51.93] Phone call said he need a brick\n[04:53.35] I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n[04:55.70] You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n[05:00.12] Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n[05:03.83] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[05:07.05] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:11.32] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[05:16.86] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[05:23.80] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[05:29.29] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:31.55] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[05:38.88] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[05:40.09] War, war, war\n[05:41.15] War ready\n[05:42.34] If you ain't ready to die about it\n[05:45.64] Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n[05:47.34] I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n[05:48.84] Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n[05:50.78] Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n[05:55.84] $25 million, nigga\n[05:56.81] $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n[05:58.47] Another 5 in chandeliers\n[05:59.82] 230 acres, nigga\n[06:00.92] That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n[06:02.44] War ready\n[06:03.36] And I'm down to die 'bout that\n[06:04.17] We gon' ride 'bout that\n[06:06.19] So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n[06:06.98] Cut that check, nigga\n[06:07.32] Whatcha money like, huh?\n[06:07.92] It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n[06:08.78] Read the obituary, nigga\n[06:09.88] Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n[06:11.40] What's a hassa?\n[06:16.50] What's a hassa?\n[06:17.66] That's you, haha\n[06:21.73] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:26.46] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:30.82] Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n[06:34.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: War Ready (feat. 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You may be seated\n  start_ms: 3940\n  end_ms: 17180\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 17180\n  end_ms: 31040\n- text: You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  start_ms: 31040\n  end_ms: 35080\n- text: We've got money\n  start_ms: 35080\n  end_ms: 39540\n- text: Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  start_ms: 39540\n  end_ms: 43240\n- text: Mastermind\n  start_ms: 43240\n  end_ms: 49690\n- text: Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  start_ms: 49690\n  end_ms: 53690\n- text: If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  start_ms: 53690\n  end_ms: 58950\n- text: Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n  start_ms: 58950\n  end_ms: 62740\n- text: 17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  start_ms: 62740\n  end_ms: 66510\n- text: Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  start_ms: 66510\n  end_ms: 71130\n- text: Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  start_ms: 71130\n  end_ms: 78460\n- text: Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  start_ms: 78460\n  end_ms: 79960\n- text: Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  start_ms: 79960\n  end_ms: 83750\n- text: Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  start_ms: 83750\n  end_ms: 87700\n- text: Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  start_ms: 87700\n  end_ms: 92960\n- text: Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  start_ms: 92960\n  end_ms: 96900\n- text: War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  start_ms: 96900\n  end_ms: 100990\n- text: War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  start_ms: 100990\n  end_ms: 105560\n- text: War ready, fast cash above the law\n  start_ms: 105560\n  end_ms: 109980\n- text: War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n  start_ms: 109980\n  end_ms: 115070\n- text: Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 115070\n  end_ms: 118120\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 118120\n  end_ms: 121520\n- text: Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 121520\n  end_ms: 125470\n- text: Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  start_ms: 125470\n  end_ms: 129860\n- text: Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 129860\n  end_ms: 134540\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 134540\n  end_ms: 138960\n- text: Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  start_ms: 138960\n  end_ms: 143210\n- text: Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 143210\n  end_ms: 147560\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 147560\n  end_ms: 148880\n- text: A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  start_ms: 148880\n  end_ms: 155270\n- text: I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. 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340090\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 340090\n  end_ms: 341150\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 341150\n  end_ms: 342340\n- text: If you ain't ready to die about it\n  start_ms: 342340\n  end_ms: 345640\n- text: Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  start_ms: 345640\n  end_ms: 347340\n- text: I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 347340\n  end_ms: 348840\n- text: Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  start_ms: 348840\n  end_ms: 350780\n- text: Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  start_ms: 350780\n  end_ms: 355840\n- text: $25 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 355840\n  end_ms: 356810\n- text: $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  start_ms: 356810\n  end_ms: 358470\n- text: Another 5 in chandeliers\n  start_ms: 358470\n  end_ms: 359820\n- text: 230 acres, nigga\n  start_ms: 359820\n  end_ms: 360920\n- text: That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  start_ms: 360920\n  end_ms: 362440\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 362440\n  end_ms: 363360\n- text: And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  start_ms: 363360\n  end_ms: 364170\n- text: We gon' ride 'bout that\n  start_ms: 364170\n  end_ms: 366190\n- text: So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  start_ms: 366190\n  end_ms: 366980\n- text: Cut that check, nigga\n  start_ms: 366980\n  end_ms: 367320\n- text: Whatcha money like, huh?\n  start_ms: 367320\n  end_ms: 367920\n- text: It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 367920\n  end_ms: 368780\n- text: Read the obituary, nigga\n  start_ms: 368780\n  end_ms: 369880\n- text: Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  start_ms: 369880\n  end_ms: 371400\n- text: What's a hassa?\n  start_ms: 371400\n  end_ms: 376500\n- text: What's a hassa?\n  start_ms: 376500\n  end_ms: 377660\n- text: That's you, haha\n  start_ms: 377660\n  end_ms: 381730\n- text: I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  start_ms: 381730\n  end_ms: 386460\n- text: I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  start_ms: 386460\n  end_ms: 390820\n- text: Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n  start_ms: 390820\n  end_ms: 394050\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 394050\nplain: |-\n  Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n\n  War ready\n  You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  We've got money\n  Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  Mastermind\n  Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n  17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  War ready, fast cash above the law\n  War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n  This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\n  Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n  You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n  We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n  And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n  All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n  Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n  I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n  And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n  Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n  Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n  What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n  Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  'Bout what another mothafucka said\n  Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  Heroin and quinine\n  Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  Phone call said he need a brick\n  I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n  You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n  Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  War ready\n  If you ain't ready to die about it\n  Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  $25 million, nigga\n  $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  Another 5 in chandeliers\n  230 acres, nigga\n  That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  War ready\n  And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  We gon' ride 'bout that\n  So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  Cut that check, nigga\n  Whatcha money like, huh?\n  It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  Read the obituary, nigga\n  Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  What's a hassa?\n  What's a hassa?\n  That's you, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n"},{"id":14097682,"name":"War Ready (Ft Jeezy)","trackName":"War Ready (Ft Jeezy)","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Mastermind","duration":423.842083,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n\nWar ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe've got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do\nMastermind\nNigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nIf money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\nThis year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nAll right, a nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\nRidin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\nHeroin and quinine\nCut that bitch a thousand times\nPhone call said he need a brick\nI text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\nYou went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\nNever came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nWar ready\nIf you ain't ready to die about it\nDon't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\nI went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\nWalking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\nEvander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n$25 million, nigga\n$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\nAnother 5 in chandeliers\n230 acres, nigga\nThat's just one of the many properties, nigga\nWar ready\nAnd I'm down to die 'bout that\nWe gon' ride 'bout that\nSo you know we ready to slide 'bout that\nCut that check, nigga\nWhatcha money like, huh?\nIt's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\nRead the obituary, nigga\nPrint that motherfucker in ..., nigga\nWhat's a hassa?\nWhat's a hassa?\nThat's you, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nHey Black, kill this motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.94] Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. 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Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n[02:41.25] This year Fernando. 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them drums get to bussin'\n  start_ms: 232690\n  end_ms: 234080\n- text: Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n  start_ms: 234080\n  end_ms: 235900\n- text: Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 235900\n  end_ms: 249890\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 249890\n  end_ms: 250460\n- text: Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 250460\n  end_ms: 251540\n- text: Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  start_ms: 251540\n  end_ms: 252190\n- text: Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 252190\n  end_ms: 252690\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 252690\n  end_ms: 253330\n- text: Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  start_ms: 253330\n  end_ms: 253900\n- text: Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 253900\n  end_ms: 254560\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 254560\n  end_ms: 255390\n- text: Follow in my footstep, I 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340090\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 340090\n  end_ms: 341150\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 341150\n  end_ms: 342340\n- text: If you ain't ready to die about it\n  start_ms: 342340\n  end_ms: 345640\n- text: Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  start_ms: 345640\n  end_ms: 347340\n- text: I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 347340\n  end_ms: 348840\n- text: Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  start_ms: 348840\n  end_ms: 350780\n- text: Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  start_ms: 350780\n  end_ms: 355840\n- text: $25 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 355840\n  end_ms: 356810\n- text: $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  start_ms: 356810\n  end_ms: 358470\n- text: Another 5 in chandeliers\n  start_ms: 358470\n  end_ms: 359820\n- text: 230 acres, nigga\n  start_ms: 359820\n  end_ms: 360920\n- text: That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  start_ms: 360920\n  end_ms: 362440\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 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You may be seated\n\n  War ready\n  You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  We've got money\n  Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  Mastermind\n  Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n  17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  War ready, fast cash above the law\n  War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n  This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\n  Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n  You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n  We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n  And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n  All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n  Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n  I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n  And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n  Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n  Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n  What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n  Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  'Bout what another mothafucka said\n  Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  Heroin and quinine\n  Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  Phone call said he need a brick\n  I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n  You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n  Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  War ready\n  If you ain't ready to die about it\n  Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  $25 million, nigga\n  $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  Another 5 in chandeliers\n  230 acres, nigga\n  That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  War ready\n  And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  We gon' ride 'bout that\n  So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  Cut that check, nigga\n  Whatcha money like, huh?\n  It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  Read the obituary, nigga\n  Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  What's a hassa?\n  What's a hassa?\n  That's you, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n"},{"id":22999129,"name":"War Ready (Ft Jeezy)","trackName":"War Ready (Ft Jeezy)","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Mastermind (Deluxe Edition)","duration":423.83675,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n\nWar ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe've got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do\nMastermind\nNigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nIf money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\nThis year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nAll right, a nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\nRidin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\nHeroin and quinine\nCut that bitch a thousand times\nPhone call said he need a brick\nI text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\nYou went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\nNever came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nWar ready\nIf you ain't ready to die about it\nDon't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\nI went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\nWalking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\nEvander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n$25 million, nigga\n$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\nAnother 5 in chandeliers\n230 acres, nigga\nThat's just one of the many properties, nigga\nWar ready\nAnd I'm down to die 'bout that\nWe gon' ride 'bout that\nSo you know we ready to slide 'bout that\nCut that check, nigga\nWhatcha money like, huh?\nIt's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\nRead the obituary, nigga\nPrint that motherfucker in ..., nigga\nWhat's a hassa?\nWhat's a hassa?\nThat's you, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nHey Black, kill this motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.94] Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n[00:17.18] War ready\n[00:31.04] You got shooters, I've got shooters\n[00:35.08] We've got money\n[00:39.54] Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n[00:43.24] Mastermind\n[00:49.69] Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n[00:53.69] If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n[00:58.95] Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n[01:02.74] 17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n[01:06.51] Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n[01:11.13] Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n[01:18.46] Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n[01:19.96] Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n[01:23.75] Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n[01:27.70] Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n[01:32.96] Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n[01:36.90] War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n[01:40.99] War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n[01:45.56] War ready, fast cash above the law\n[01:49.98] War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n[01:55.07] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[01:58.12] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:01.52] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[02:05.47] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[02:09.86] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[02:14.54] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:18.96] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[02:23.21] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[02:27.56] War, war, war\n[02:28.88] A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n[02:35.27] I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n[02:41.25] This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n[02:45.03] Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n[02:47.94] You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n[02:49.80] We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n[02:52.08] And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n[02:54.04] All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n[02:56.19] Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n[02:58.23] I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n[02:59.88] And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n[03:02.71] Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n[03:04.96] Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n[03:07.05] What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n[03:09.46] Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n[03:11.42] You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n[03:12.95] 'Bout what another mothafucka said\n[03:14.53] Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n[03:17.72] I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n[03:20.04] Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n[03:22.20] Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n[03:24.00] Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n[03:26.31] Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n[03:28.72] Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n[03:31.03] Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n[03:33.09] Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n[03:35.18] Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n[03:37.77] Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n[03:39.85] Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n[03:43.70] Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n[03:45.13] Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n[03:46.04] Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n[03:50.76] Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n[03:52.69] When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n[03:54.08] Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n[03:55.90] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[04:09.89] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:10.46] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[04:11.54] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[04:12.19] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[04:12.69] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:13.33] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[04:13.90] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[04:14.56] War, war, war\n[04:15.39] Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n[04:16.68] Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n[04:21.09] Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n[04:25.24] Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n[04:29.70] Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n[04:34.11] I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n[04:38.49] Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n[04:42.71] Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n[04:46.02] Heroin and quinine\n[04:49.20] Cut that bitch a thousand times\n[04:51.93] Phone call said he need a brick\n[04:53.35] I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n[04:55.70] You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n[05:00.12] Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n[05:03.83] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[05:07.05] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:11.32] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[05:16.86] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[05:23.80] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[05:29.29] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:31.55] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[05:38.88] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[05:40.09] War, war, war\n[05:41.15] War ready\n[05:42.34] If you ain't ready to die about it\n[05:45.64] Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n[05:47.34] I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n[05:48.84] Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n[05:50.78] Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n[05:55.84] $25 million, nigga\n[05:56.81] $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n[05:58.47] Another 5 in chandeliers\n[05:59.82] 230 acres, nigga\n[06:00.92] That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n[06:02.44] War ready\n[06:03.36] And I'm down to die 'bout that\n[06:04.17] We gon' ride 'bout that\n[06:06.19] So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n[06:06.98] Cut that check, nigga\n[06:07.32] Whatcha money like, huh?\n[06:07.92] It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n[06:08.78] Read the obituary, nigga\n[06:09.88] Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n[06:11.40] What's a hassa?\n[06:16.50] What's a hassa?\n[06:17.66] That's you, haha\n[06:21.73] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:26.46] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:30.82] Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n[06:34.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: War Ready (Ft Jeezy)\n  artist: Rick 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You may be seated\n  start_ms: 3940\n  end_ms: 17180\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 17180\n  end_ms: 31040\n- text: You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  start_ms: 31040\n  end_ms: 35080\n- text: We've got money\n  start_ms: 35080\n  end_ms: 39540\n- text: Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  start_ms: 39540\n  end_ms: 43240\n- text: Mastermind\n  start_ms: 43240\n  end_ms: 49690\n- text: Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  start_ms: 49690\n  end_ms: 53690\n- text: If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  start_ms: 53690\n  end_ms: 58950\n- text: Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n  start_ms: 58950\n  end_ms: 62740\n- text: 17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  start_ms: 62740\n  end_ms: 66510\n- text: Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  start_ms: 66510\n  end_ms: 71130\n- text: Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  start_ms: 71130\n  end_ms: 78460\n- text: Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  start_ms: 78460\n  end_ms: 79960\n- text: Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  start_ms: 79960\n  end_ms: 83750\n- text: Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  start_ms: 83750\n  end_ms: 87700\n- text: Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  start_ms: 87700\n  end_ms: 92960\n- text: Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  start_ms: 92960\n  end_ms: 96900\n- text: War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  start_ms: 96900\n  end_ms: 100990\n- text: War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  start_ms: 100990\n  end_ms: 105560\n- text: War ready, fast cash above the law\n  start_ms: 105560\n  end_ms: 109980\n- text: War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n  start_ms: 109980\n  end_ms: 115070\n- text: Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 115070\n  end_ms: 118120\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 118120\n  end_ms: 121520\n- text: Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 121520\n  end_ms: 125470\n- text: Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  start_ms: 125470\n  end_ms: 129860\n- text: Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 129860\n  end_ms: 134540\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 134540\n  end_ms: 138960\n- text: Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  start_ms: 138960\n  end_ms: 143210\n- text: Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 143210\n  end_ms: 147560\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 147560\n  end_ms: 148880\n- text: A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  start_ms: 148880\n  end_ms: 155270\n- text: I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. 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You may be seated\n\n  War ready\n  You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  We've got money\n  Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  Mastermind\n  Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n  17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  War ready, fast cash above the law\n  War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n  This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\n  Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n  You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n  We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n  And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n  All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n  Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n  I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n  And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n  Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n  Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n  What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n  Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  'Bout what another mothafucka said\n  Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  Heroin and quinine\n  Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  Phone call said he need a brick\n  I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n  You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n  Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  War ready\n  If you ain't ready to die about it\n  Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  $25 million, nigga\n  $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  Another 5 in chandeliers\n  230 acres, nigga\n  That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  War ready\n  And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  We gon' ride 'bout that\n  So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  Cut that check, nigga\n  Whatcha money like, huh?\n  It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  Read the obituary, nigga\n  Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  What's a hassa?\n  What's a hassa?\n  That's you, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n"},{"id":11337363,"name":"War Ready (feat. 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You may be seated\n\nWar ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe've got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do\nMastermind\nNigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nIf money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\nThis year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nAll right, a nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\nRidin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\nHeroin and quinine\nCut that bitch a thousand times\nPhone call said he need a brick\nI text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\nYou went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\nNever came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nWar ready\nIf you ain't ready to die about it\nDon't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\nI went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\nWalking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\nEvander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n$25 million, nigga\n$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\nAnother 5 in chandeliers\n230 acres, nigga\nThat's just one of the many properties, nigga\nWar ready\nAnd I'm down to die 'bout that\nWe gon' ride 'bout that\nSo you know we ready to slide 'bout that\nCut that check, nigga\nWhatcha money like, huh?\nIt's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\nRead the obituary, nigga\nPrint that motherfucker in ..., nigga\nWhat's a hassa?\nWhat's a hassa?\nThat's you, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nHey Black, kill this motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.94] Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. 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Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n[02:41.25] This year Fernando. 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them drums get to bussin'\n  start_ms: 232690\n  end_ms: 234080\n- text: Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n  start_ms: 234080\n  end_ms: 235900\n- text: Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 235900\n  end_ms: 249890\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 249890\n  end_ms: 250460\n- text: Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 250460\n  end_ms: 251540\n- text: Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  start_ms: 251540\n  end_ms: 252190\n- text: Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 252190\n  end_ms: 252690\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 252690\n  end_ms: 253330\n- text: Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  start_ms: 253330\n  end_ms: 253900\n- text: Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 253900\n  end_ms: 254560\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 254560\n  end_ms: 255390\n- text: Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  start_ms: 255390\n  end_ms: 256680\n- text: Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  start_ms: 256680\n  end_ms: 261090\n- text: Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  start_ms: 261090\n  end_ms: 265240\n- text: Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  start_ms: 265240\n  end_ms: 269700\n- text: Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  start_ms: 269700\n  end_ms: 274110\n- text: I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  start_ms: 274110\n  end_ms: 278490\n- text: Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  start_ms: 278490\n  end_ms: 282710\n- text: Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  start_ms: 282710\n  end_ms: 286020\n- text: Heroin and quinine\n  start_ms: 286020\n  end_ms: 289200\n- text: Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  start_ms: 289200\n  end_ms: 291930\n- text: Phone call said he need a brick\n  start_ms: 291930\n  end_ms: 293350\n- text: I text him 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340090\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 340090\n  end_ms: 341150\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 341150\n  end_ms: 342340\n- text: If you ain't ready to die about it\n  start_ms: 342340\n  end_ms: 345640\n- text: Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  start_ms: 345640\n  end_ms: 347340\n- text: I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 347340\n  end_ms: 348840\n- text: Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  start_ms: 348840\n  end_ms: 350780\n- text: Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  start_ms: 350780\n  end_ms: 355840\n- text: $25 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 355840\n  end_ms: 356810\n- text: $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  start_ms: 356810\n  end_ms: 358470\n- text: Another 5 in chandeliers\n  start_ms: 358470\n  end_ms: 359820\n- text: 230 acres, nigga\n  start_ms: 359820\n  end_ms: 360920\n- text: That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  start_ms: 360920\n  end_ms: 362440\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 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You may be seated\n\n  War ready\n  You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  We've got money\n  Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  Mastermind\n  Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n  17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  War ready, fast cash above the law\n  War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n  This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\n  Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n  You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n  We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n  And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n  All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n  Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n  I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n  And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n  Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n  Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n  What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n  Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  'Bout what another mothafucka said\n  Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  Heroin and quinine\n  Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  Phone call said he need a brick\n  I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n  You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n  Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  War ready\n  If you ain't ready to die about it\n  Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  $25 million, nigga\n  $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  Another 5 in chandeliers\n  230 acres, nigga\n  That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  War ready\n  And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  We gon' ride 'bout that\n  So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  Cut that check, nigga\n  Whatcha money like, huh?\n  It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  Read the obituary, nigga\n  Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  What's a hassa?\n  What's a hassa?\n  That's you, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n"},{"id":9645715,"name":"War Ready (feat. Jeezy)","trackName":"War Ready (feat. Jeezy)","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Mastermind (Deluxe Version)","duration":424.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n\nWar ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe've got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do\nMastermind\nNigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nIf money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\nThis year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nAll right, a nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\nRidin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\nHeroin and quinine\nCut that bitch a thousand times\nPhone call said he need a brick\nI text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\nYou went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\nNever came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nWar ready\nIf you ain't ready to die about it\nDon't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\nI went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\nWalking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\nEvander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n$25 million, nigga\n$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\nAnother 5 in chandeliers\n230 acres, nigga\nThat's just one of the many properties, nigga\nWar ready\nAnd I'm down to die 'bout that\nWe gon' ride 'bout that\nSo you know we ready to slide 'bout that\nCut that check, nigga\nWhatcha money like, huh?\nIt's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\nRead the obituary, nigga\nPrint that motherfucker in ..., nigga\nWhat's a hassa?\nWhat's a hassa?\nThat's you, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nHey Black, kill this motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.93] Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n[00:17.10] War ready\n[00:31.02] You got shooters, I've got shooters\n[00:35.03] We've got money\n[00:39.54] Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n[00:43.24] Mastermind\n[00:49.61] Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n[00:53.66] If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n[00:58.98] Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n[01:02.76] 17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n[01:06.59] Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n[01:11.17] Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n[01:18.45] Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n[01:19.98] Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n[01:23.74] Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n[01:27.72] Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n[01:32.92] Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n[01:36.98] War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n[01:40.97] War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n[01:45.54] War ready, fast cash above the law\n[01:49.96] War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n[01:55.05] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[01:58.14] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:01.50] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[02:05.46] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[02:09.81] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[02:14.57] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:18.93] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[02:23.28] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[02:27.51] War, war, war\n[02:28.84] A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n[02:35.22] I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n[02:41.21] This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n[02:45.06] Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n[02:47.96] You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n[02:49.85] We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n[02:52.01] And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n[02:54.07] All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n[02:56.12] Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n[02:58.29] I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n[02:59.83] And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n[03:02.72] Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n[03:04.97] Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n[03:07.09] What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n[03:09.40] Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n[03:11.41] You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n[03:12.92] 'Bout what another mothafucka said\n[03:14.52] Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n[03:17.70] I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n[03:20.09] Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n[03:22.26] Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n[03:24.06] Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n[03:26.34] Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n[03:28.71] Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n[03:31.07] Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n[03:33.01] Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n[03:35.12] Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n[03:37.74] Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n[03:39.84] Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n[03:43.71] Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n[03:45.15] Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n[03:46.08] Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n[03:50.73] Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n[03:52.66] When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n[03:54.05] Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n[03:55.99] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[04:09.82] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:10.46] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[04:11.57] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[04:12.15] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[04:12.66] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:13.30] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[04:13.97] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[04:14.53] War, war, war\n[04:15.30] Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n[04:16.67] Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n[04:21.06] Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n[04:25.12] Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n[04:29.70] Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n[04:34.15] I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n[04:38.41] Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n[04:42.77] Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n[04:46.01] Heroin and quinine\n[04:49.26] Cut that bitch a thousand times\n[04:51.98] Phone call said he need a brick\n[04:53.40] I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n[04:55.77] You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n[05:00.10] Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n[05:03.83] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[05:07.01] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:11.31] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[05:16.88] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[05:23.80] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[05:29.25] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:31.55] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[05:38.85] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[05:40.05] War, war, war\n[05:41.18] War ready\n[05:42.32] If you ain't ready to die about it\n[05:45.62] Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n[05:47.33] I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n[05:48.88] Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n[05:50.73] Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n[05:55.80] $25 million, nigga\n[05:56.82] $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n[05:58.43] Another 5 in chandeliers\n[05:59.88] 230 acres, nigga\n[06:00.97] That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n[06:02.45] War ready\n[06:03.39] And I'm down to die 'bout that\n[06:04.13] We gon' ride 'bout that\n[06:06.17] So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n[06:06.96] Cut that check, nigga\n[06:07.35] Whatcha money like, huh?\n[06:07.93] It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n[06:08.75] Read the obituary, nigga\n[06:09.84] Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n[06:11.40] What's a hassa?\n[06:16.56] What's a hassa?\n[06:17.67] That's you, haha\n[06:21.71] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:26.48] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:30.85] Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n[06:34.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: War Ready (feat. 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You may be seated\n  start_ms: 3930\n  end_ms: 17100\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 17100\n  end_ms: 31020\n- text: You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  start_ms: 31020\n  end_ms: 35030\n- text: We've got money\n  start_ms: 35030\n  end_ms: 39540\n- text: Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  start_ms: 39540\n  end_ms: 43240\n- text: Mastermind\n  start_ms: 43240\n  end_ms: 49610\n- text: Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  start_ms: 49610\n  end_ms: 53660\n- text: If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  start_ms: 53660\n  end_ms: 58980\n- text: Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n  start_ms: 58980\n  end_ms: 62760\n- text: 17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  start_ms: 62760\n  end_ms: 66590\n- text: Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  start_ms: 66590\n  end_ms: 71170\n- text: Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  start_ms: 71170\n  end_ms: 78450\n- text: Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  start_ms: 78450\n  end_ms: 79980\n- text: Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  start_ms: 79980\n  end_ms: 83740\n- text: Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  start_ms: 83740\n  end_ms: 87720\n- text: Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  start_ms: 87720\n  end_ms: 92920\n- text: Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  start_ms: 92920\n  end_ms: 96980\n- text: War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  start_ms: 96980\n  end_ms: 100970\n- text: War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  start_ms: 100970\n  end_ms: 105540\n- text: War ready, fast cash above the law\n  start_ms: 105540\n  end_ms: 109960\n- text: War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n  start_ms: 109960\n  end_ms: 115050\n- text: Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 115050\n  end_ms: 118140\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 118140\n  end_ms: 121500\n- text: Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 121500\n  end_ms: 125460\n- text: Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  start_ms: 125460\n  end_ms: 129810\n- text: Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 129810\n  end_ms: 134570\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 134570\n  end_ms: 138930\n- text: Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  start_ms: 138930\n  end_ms: 143280\n- text: Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 143280\n  end_ms: 147510\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 147510\n  end_ms: 148840\n- text: A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  start_ms: 148840\n  end_ms: 155220\n- text: I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. 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them drums get to bussin'\n  start_ms: 232660\n  end_ms: 234050\n- text: Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n  start_ms: 234050\n  end_ms: 235990\n- text: Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 235990\n  end_ms: 249820\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 249820\n  end_ms: 250460\n- text: Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 250460\n  end_ms: 251570\n- text: Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  start_ms: 251570\n  end_ms: 252150\n- text: Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 252150\n  end_ms: 252660\n- text: Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 252660\n  end_ms: 253300\n- text: Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  start_ms: 253300\n  end_ms: 253970\n- text: Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  start_ms: 253970\n  end_ms: 254530\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 254530\n  end_ms: 255300\n- text: Follow in my footstep, I 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340050\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 340050\n  end_ms: 341180\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 341180\n  end_ms: 342320\n- text: If you ain't ready to die about it\n  start_ms: 342320\n  end_ms: 345620\n- text: Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  start_ms: 345620\n  end_ms: 347330\n- text: I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 347330\n  end_ms: 348880\n- text: Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  start_ms: 348880\n  end_ms: 350730\n- text: Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  start_ms: 350730\n  end_ms: 355800\n- text: $25 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 355800\n  end_ms: 356820\n- text: $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  start_ms: 356820\n  end_ms: 358430\n- text: Another 5 in chandeliers\n  start_ms: 358430\n  end_ms: 359880\n- text: 230 acres, nigga\n  start_ms: 359880\n  end_ms: 360970\n- text: That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  start_ms: 360970\n  end_ms: 362450\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 362450\n  end_ms: 363390\n- text: And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  start_ms: 363390\n  end_ms: 364130\n- text: We gon' ride 'bout that\n  start_ms: 364130\n  end_ms: 366170\n- text: So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  start_ms: 366170\n  end_ms: 366960\n- text: Cut that check, nigga\n  start_ms: 366960\n  end_ms: 367350\n- text: Whatcha money like, huh?\n  start_ms: 367350\n  end_ms: 367930\n- text: It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 367930\n  end_ms: 368750\n- text: Read the obituary, nigga\n  start_ms: 368750\n  end_ms: 369840\n- text: Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  start_ms: 369840\n  end_ms: 371400\n- text: What's a hassa?\n  start_ms: 371400\n  end_ms: 376560\n- text: What's a hassa?\n  start_ms: 376560\n  end_ms: 377670\n- text: That's you, haha\n  start_ms: 377670\n  end_ms: 381710\n- text: I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  start_ms: 381710\n  end_ms: 386480\n- text: I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  start_ms: 386480\n  end_ms: 390850\n- text: Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n  start_ms: 390850\n  end_ms: 394010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 394010\nplain: |-\n  Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n\n  War ready\n  You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  We've got money\n  Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  Mastermind\n  Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n  17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  War ready, fast cash above the law\n  War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n  This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\n  Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n  You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n  We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n  And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n  All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n  Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n  I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n  And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n  Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n  Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n  What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n  Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  'Bout what another mothafucka said\n  Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  Heroin and quinine\n  Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  Phone call said he need a brick\n  I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n  You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n  Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  War ready\n  If you ain't ready to die about it\n  Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  $25 million, nigga\n  $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  Another 5 in chandeliers\n  230 acres, nigga\n  That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  War ready\n  And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  We gon' ride 'bout that\n  So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  Cut that check, nigga\n  Whatcha money like, huh?\n  It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  Read the obituary, nigga\n  Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  What's a hassa?\n  What's a hassa?\n  That's you, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n"},{"id":28786277,"name":"War Ready (Ft Jeezy)","trackName":"War Ready (Ft Jeezy)","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Mastermind [iTunes Deluxe Edition] (Explicit)","duration":424.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n\nWar ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe've got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do\nMastermind\nNigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nIf money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\nThis year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nAll right, a nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\nRidin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\nHeroin and quinine\nCut that bitch a thousand times\nPhone call said he need a brick\nI text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\nYou went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\nNever came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nWar ready\nIf you ain't ready to die about it\nDon't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\nI went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\nWalking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\nEvander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n$25 million, nigga\n$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\nAnother 5 in chandeliers\n230 acres, nigga\nThat's just one of the many properties, nigga\nWar ready\nAnd I'm down to die 'bout that\nWe gon' ride 'bout that\nSo you know we ready to slide 'bout that\nCut that check, nigga\nWhatcha money like, huh?\nIt's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\nRead the obituary, nigga\nPrint that motherfucker in ..., nigga\nWhat's a hassa?\nWhat's a hassa?\nThat's you, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nHey Black, kill this motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.94] Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. 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Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n[02:41.25] This year Fernando. 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340090\n- text: War, war, war\n  start_ms: 340090\n  end_ms: 341150\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 341150\n  end_ms: 342340\n- text: If you ain't ready to die about it\n  start_ms: 342340\n  end_ms: 345640\n- text: Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  start_ms: 345640\n  end_ms: 347340\n- text: I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 347340\n  end_ms: 348840\n- text: Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  start_ms: 348840\n  end_ms: 350780\n- text: Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  start_ms: 350780\n  end_ms: 355840\n- text: $25 million, nigga\n  start_ms: 355840\n  end_ms: 356810\n- text: $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  start_ms: 356810\n  end_ms: 358470\n- text: Another 5 in chandeliers\n  start_ms: 358470\n  end_ms: 359820\n- text: 230 acres, nigga\n  start_ms: 359820\n  end_ms: 360920\n- text: That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  start_ms: 360920\n  end_ms: 362440\n- text: War ready\n  start_ms: 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You may be seated\n\n  War ready\n  You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  We've got money\n  Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  Mastermind\n  Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n  17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  War ready, fast cash above the law\n  War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n  This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\n  Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n  You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n  We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n  And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n  All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n  Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n  I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n  And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n  Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n  Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n  What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n  Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  'Bout what another mothafucka said\n  Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  Heroin and quinine\n  Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  Phone call said he need a brick\n  I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n  You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n  Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  War ready\n  If you ain't ready to die about it\n  Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  $25 million, nigga\n  $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  Another 5 in chandeliers\n  230 acres, nigga\n  That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  War ready\n  And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  We gon' ride 'bout that\n  So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  Cut that check, nigga\n  Whatcha money like, huh?\n  It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  Read the obituary, nigga\n  Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  What's a hassa?\n  What's a hassa?\n  That's you, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n"},{"id":3688740,"name":"War Ready","trackName":"War Ready","artistName":"Rick Ross feat. Jeezy","albumName":"Mastermind","duration":424.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n\nWar ready\nYou got shooters, I've got shooters\nWe've got money\nLet's do what them other niggas can't do\nMastermind\nNigga got a thousand guns, nigga\nIf money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\nFuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n17 I was chargin' niggas 17\nRidin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\nBomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\nDid some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\nVersace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\nPut a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\nFuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\nLaid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\nWar ready, the game just wanna take my life\nWar ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\nWar ready, fast cash above the law\nWar ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nA coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\nI know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\nThis year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\nBox Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\nYou just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\nWe done came through the block and sold many color drops\nAnd these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\nAll right, a nigga put some change on your head\nDamn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\nI got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\nAnd you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\nGive me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\nBe his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\nWhat you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\nLook I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\nYou mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n'Bout what another mothafucka said\nYeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\nI ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\nWhy these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\nEither you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\nTry to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\nLike that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\nTomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\nGotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\nStart your own alphabet with all them G's\nOpen up a hundred doors with all them keys\nYeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\nMissed his court date, now my nigga on the run\nBig shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\nShit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\nHangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\nLet it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\nWhen that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\nYeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nFollow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\nNigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\nShout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\nShout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\nShout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\nI could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\nShoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\nRidin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\nHeroin and quinine\nCut that bitch a thousand times\nPhone call said he need a brick\nI text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\nYou went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\nNever came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\nKillas on front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying when you're war ready\nJust another homicide cause we war ready\nKillas on the front line when you're war ready\nChopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\nJust another mama crying cause we're war ready\nJust another homicide when you're war ready\nWar, war, war\n\nWar ready\nIf you ain't ready to die about it\nDon't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\nI went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\nWalking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\nEvander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n$25 million, nigga\n$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\nAnother 5 in chandeliers\n230 acres, nigga\nThat's just one of the many properties, nigga\nWar ready\nAnd I'm down to die 'bout that\nWe gon' ride 'bout that\nSo you know we ready to slide 'bout that\nCut that check, nigga\nWhatcha money like, huh?\nIt's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\nRead the obituary, nigga\nPrint that motherfucker in ..., nigga\nWhat's a hassa?\nWhat's a hassa?\nThat's you, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nI'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\nHey Black, kill this motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.93] Sentence should now-now be pronounced 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 passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated\n[00:17.10] War ready\n[00:31.02] You got shooters, I've got shooters\n[00:35.03] We've got money\n[00:39.54] Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n[00:43.24] Mastermind\n[00:49.61] Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n[00:53.66] If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n[00:58.98] Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n[01:02.76] 17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n[01:06.59] Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n[01:11.17] Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n[01:18.45] Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n[01:19.98] Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n[01:23.74] Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n[01:27.72] Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n[01:32.92] Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n[01:36.98] War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n[01:40.97] War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n[01:45.54] War ready, fast cash above the law\n[01:49.96] War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n[01:55.05] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[01:58.14] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:01.50] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[02:05.46] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[02:09.81] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[02:14.57] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[02:18.93] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[02:23.28] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[02:27.51] War, war, war\n[02:28.84] A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n[02:35.22] I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n[02:41.21] This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n[02:45.06] Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n[02:47.96] You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n[02:49.85] We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n[02:52.01] And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n[02:54.07] All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n[02:56.12] Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n[02:58.29] I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n[02:59.83] And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n[03:02.72] Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n[03:04.97] Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n[03:07.09] What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n[03:09.40] Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n[03:11.41] You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n[03:12.92] 'Bout what another mothafucka said\n[03:14.52] Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n[03:17.70] I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n[03:20.09] Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n[03:22.26] Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n[03:24.06] Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n[03:26.34] Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n[03:28.71] Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n[03:31.07] Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n[03:33.01] Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n[03:35.12] Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n[03:37.74] Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n[03:39.84] Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n[03:43.71] Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n[03:45.15] Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n[03:46.08] Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n[03:50.73] Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n[03:52.66] When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n[03:54.05] Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n[03:55.99] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[04:09.82] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:10.46] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[04:11.57] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[04:12.15] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[04:12.66] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[04:13.30] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[04:13.97] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[04:14.53] War, war, war\n[04:15.30] Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n[04:16.67] Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n[04:21.06] Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n[04:25.12] Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n[04:29.70] Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n[04:34.15] I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n[04:38.41] Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n[04:42.77] Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n[04:46.01] Heroin and quinine\n[04:49.26] Cut that bitch a thousand times\n[04:51.98] Phone call said he need a brick\n[04:53.40] I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n[04:55.77] You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n[05:00.10] Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n[05:03.83] Killas on front line when you're war ready\n[05:07.01] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:11.31] Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n[05:16.88] Just another homicide cause we war ready\n[05:23.80] Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n[05:29.25] Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n[05:31.55] Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n[05:38.85] Just another homicide when you're war ready\n[05:40.05] War, war, war\n[05:41.18] War ready\n[05:42.32] If you ain't ready to die about it\n[05:45.62] Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n[05:47.33] I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n[05:48.88] Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n[05:50.73] Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n[05:55.80] $25 million, nigga\n[05:56.82] $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n[05:58.43] Another 5 in chandeliers\n[05:59.88] 230 acres, nigga\n[06:00.97] That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n[06:02.45] War ready\n[06:03.39] And I'm down to die 'bout that\n[06:04.13] We gon' ride 'bout that\n[06:06.17] So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n[06:06.96] Cut that check, nigga\n[06:07.35] Whatcha money like, huh?\n[06:07.93] It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n[06:08.75] Read the obituary, nigga\n[06:09.84] Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n[06:11.40] What's a hassa?\n[06:16.56] What's a hassa?\n[06:17.67] That's you, haha\n[06:21.71] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:26.48] I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n[06:30.85] Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n[06:34.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: War Ready\n  artist: Rick Ross feat. 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You may be seated\n\n  War ready\n  You got shooters, I've got shooters\n  We've got money\n  Let's do what them other niggas can't do\n  Mastermind\n  Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga\n  If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga\n  Fuck with me nigga, huh?\n\n  17 I was chargin' niggas 17\n  Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín\n  Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane\n  Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain\n  Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane\n  Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty chains\n  Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga\n  Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah\n  War ready, the game just wanna take my life\n  War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight\n  War ready, fast cash above the law\n  War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.\n  I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.\n  This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz\n\n  Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots\n  You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more\n  We done came through the block and sold many color drops\n  And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more\n  All right, a nigga put some change on your head\n  Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out\n  I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels\n  And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house\n  Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga\n  Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga\n  What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?\n  Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga\n  You mothafuckas out here always talkin'\n  'Bout what another mothafucka said\n  Yeah I got that FNH when that mothafucka finna hostin'\n  I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play\n  Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?\n  Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'\n  Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve\n  Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'\n  Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed\n  Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead\n  Start your own alphabet with all them G's\n  Open up a hundred doors with all them keys\n  Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun\n  Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run\n  Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter\n  Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper\n  Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set\n  Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady\n  When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'\n  Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier\n  Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river\n  Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga\n  Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?\n  Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga\n  I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga\n  Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62\n  Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to ...\n  Heroin and quinine\n  Cut that bitch a thousand times\n  Phone call said he need a brick\n  I text him back, \"Come stand in line\"\n  You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch\n  Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch\n\n  Killas on front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying when you're war ready\n  Just another homicide cause we war ready\n  Killas on the front line when you're war ready\n  Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready\n  Just another mama crying cause we're war ready\n  Just another homicide when you're war ready\n  War, war, war\n\n  War ready\n  If you ain't ready to die about it\n  Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby\n  I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga\n  Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé ...\n  Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga\n  $25 million, nigga\n  $6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes\n  Another 5 in chandeliers\n  230 acres, nigga\n  That's just one of the many properties, nigga\n  War ready\n  And I'm down to die 'bout that\n  We gon' ride 'bout that\n  So you know we ready to slide 'bout that\n  Cut that check, nigga\n  Whatcha money like, huh?\n  It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga\n  Read the obituary, nigga\n  Print that motherfucker in ..., nigga\n  What's a hassa?\n  What's a hassa?\n  That's you, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha\n  Hey Black, kill this motherfucker\n"}]