[Intro]
You ready?
Aight, let's get it

[Chorus]
Ready for war, militant-minded, I'm a young soldier
If you don't feel it in the air, you need to come closer
I got dreams of being better than a young Hova
But where I'm from, even your family give you cold shoulders
They put your dreams in the back seat
Until somebody open the door and notice you na family
They need to cool it with that fake love
I was raised by real killers and drug dealers, not fake thugs
I ain't political, but mama acting lyrical
We could be shoulder to shoulder, but I ain't feeling you
We could be face to face, but I ain't hearing you
I'm hitting point-blank range, so I ain't missing you
And I done seen a lot of lame shit
Like two n***as getting killed over the same bitch, yeah
And everybody screaming same thing
From my hood to your hood, we screaming, "Gang, gang," yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm waiting for you to change on me
Like everybody in my past, you ain't the same, homie
N***as started acting different when I put them chains on me
Got a lil' money and them bitches and that fame, homie
Now I'm walking 'round paranoid, clutching heavy
'Cause if he acting flaky, he getting buried
I'm from the city, I ain't no bitch and I ain't scary
It's kinda odd when you ain't got your parents, ain't no fairies
Ready for war, kick the down door, shoot
Put your mask on, lace up your boots
Fuck the other side 'cause they know that we the truth
And bitch, we run the whole city, you could see the proof
And we done lost some brothers on this road
That's why my brother walk around with a dirty pole, woah
And I can't tell him shit, that's just how we was raised
Fuck bitches, get money, we straight
Who you gon' run to when the sun goes down?
Dead bodies, mama crying, don't come around
Pay attention, n***a, step it up
And if your friend envy you, that boy might set you up
Hey, like a pool, they might wet you up
Yeah, fuck n***a, what you flexing for?
And you better keep your head on a swivel
Yeah, 'cause they might just try to kill you
[Chorus]
Ready for war, militant-minded, I'm a young soldier
If you don't feel it in the air, you need to come closer
I got dreams of being better than a young Hova
But where I'm from, even your family give you cold shoulders
They put your dreams in the back seat
Until somebody open the door and notice you na family
They need to cool it with that fake love
I was raised by real killers and drug dealers, not fake thugs
I ain't political, but mama acting lyrical
We could be shoulder to shoulder, but I ain't feeling you
We could be face to face, but I ain't hearing you
I'm hitting point-blank range, so I ain't missing you
And I done seen a lot of lame shit
Like two n***as getting killed over the same bitch, yeah
And everybody screaming same thing
From my hood to your hood, we screaming, "Gang, gang," yeah

[Verse 2]
Thirty clip, drop his whip, woah
And ain't no cheat codes, got a lot of bullets, let's reload
We treat the 'jects like the stores, we ain't never closed
Before a football, I seen weed, base, and blow
And I'm going to war for all my brothers, that's some real shit
And if you wasn't in them trenches, you won't feel this
Just treat his head like a tool and hit the kill switch
You would give a n***a everything and he'll still switch
Major smoke with this n***a I went to school with
Can't let him kill me 'cause my mama ain't have two kids
Go to busting at his top like he got two lids
Catch a body, don't show my teeth like I'm toothless
Ice Cube, Eazy-E, we so ruthless
These ain't no Nikes on my feet, so you can't do this
And I won't change up on my brothers, that's a no-no
And I still got that M16 by the front door
[Outro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ready for war, run down, shoot
You catch your mans, you know just what to do