Ready for War

50 cent I say I run it (run it) cause I'm in control Hypnotic, Hennessey, a couple shots of Patron I have you feeling aight, I get you high as a kite Party popping shawty says she coming with me tonight I ain't shoulder leaning, I ain't snapping and popping Either I'm bobbin ma head or I'm just standing their watching I'm a hustler I hustle, you can tell that I'm paid And I protect what I got, I'm in the house with my blade Nigga you front you gone get it, OK now maybe I said it Cause I want you to triddy, yeah I be on that shitty You should see when I'm stunting, I flash the stones to be wanting Push the whip, see me rolling, you can tell that I'm holding I'm just doing ma thang, you know the Units the game I got my grimy Shady with me you front you gonna have to get me off your ass I pay the lawsuit and laugh (haha) It's not a big deal it's nothing but some cash (Who run it) Eminem Capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you racists And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinking you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me I came to save these new generations of babies From parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy To grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on And this song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called.. This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know - that's the new shit The type of shit that causes mass confusion And drastic movement of people actin stupid. Its figth music Dr.Dre Yeah, yo let`s bring it Niggas is so gangsta, Niggas is thugs Niggas'll spend their whole life peddlin drugs Slanging dope in hopes of one day bein able To own their own label and give the game up Some niggas came up, some just didn't That's just the way it is, if it ain't meant it, it just isn't Some niggas'll get money and pay niggas to back em So they can act up, feel comfortable, and rap tough And that's as backwards, cuz them niggas just gone keep coming back And that's when extortion happens You struggle to get free, I know how this shit be You deal with anything to live legitimately But you gone find if you do get in this industry It's best to be business with me than against me Niggas get behind mics and ain't even MC's Niggas get on MTV just to diss me This shit don't even piss me off I'm laughin all the way to the bank Watchin the satellite from a Bentley You niggas don't even got a car You're so far under my radar I don't even know who the fuck you are To tell you to suck my dick while I'm pissin I don't even listen to your shit to know who the fuck I'm dissin The media just feeds into these feuds Tryin to add fuel to the fire. This little nigga, Ja Rule Talking bout he's gonna slap me. Nigga please You gotta jump and swing up to hit me in the knees I laugh at these magazines when they interview em All they doin is making fake threats to us through em And pussy you're not Pac, I knew em Pac was a real nigga, you just a fuckin insult to em It's too bad we had to fallout before he passes If he could see this shit now, he'd be whoopin your ass You're talkin to a pioneer who engineered this shit for 19 years Who you got in your ear? I don't even gotta say it, the fans know Quit tryin to be tough, nigga, you look like a asshole 2Pac Make it happen My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers when they scrappin' Blast and watch em' back up Notorious biggie killer, affiliation with death row Niggas get their caps pealed back, fool this the west coast Bitch you misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin' Got a Mercedes for these tricks, that thought I quit Then got a drop top Jag for these bitches that's on my dick Go to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back I wait for niggas to trip, cause bitch I love to scrap Now mama raised me as a thug nigga, with love niggas I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer I went from rocks to zines, writing raps and movies I went from trustin' these tricks now they all want to sue me So fuck em' all