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War Ready Video (MV)




Performed By: Yung Purge
Language: English
Length: 2:43
Written by: Jorge Rodriguez




Yung Purge - War Ready Lyrics




They pulled the plug on ma dawg
That nigga dead, no he not wakin' up
Neva know the time when they gon' have to make a grave for us
Pistol on ma side in case these niggas try to play wit us
One minute we cool, and then the next these niggas changin' up

I ain't had no choice
See, i was schemin' for a quick check
I just wanna ball, don't got da audemar on ma wrist yet
Niggas act like bitches, i ain't really wit da chit chat
Checkin me for what?
That's how you end up gettin' chin checked!

They don't understand
Wassup wit yo mans? (No no no!)
Why these niggas nervous
When they come and shake ma hand? (Shake ma hand)
I know i got a purpose
So i gotta take the chance
I'm always on ma shit
So i can give em what i can

You know I'm feedin' the fam
You f*cked me up
See i don't need you again
You always told me you won't eva touch that needle again
And even though you did me dirty, i'ma feed you again
That's how i rock, i know you need you a friend
Yeah, i'ma ride til' the end

I'm war ready ma nigga, i'm on da frontlines (No no!)
Ain't no bringin' em back
Yeah, they hit em four times (Hm-mm)
Middle of the summer dawg, now watch the gun shine (Neh-nuh-no-no-nuh!)
I'ma die for this shit whenever it come time

Dissin' on the gang
You better watch what's comin' out ya mouth (Neh-nuh-no-no-nuh!)
Pull up wit that thang
Then ma niggas is airing out ya house
Scarface shit, yeah i'm carvin' a nigga stomach out
If i don't make it dawg, best believe I'm takin' another route

I take da bottle pour one out for all ma dead homies
I got this weight on top ma chest, i feel this stress on me
Took ma hand up off the wound
And then he bled on me
See, i don't really give a f*ck bout what they said homie

There's so much i can say
Gotta lot on my plate
They be choppin' niggas down, the whole city a grave
They be desperate for dem bodies, niggas lookin' to play
Couple hollows thru ya legs, neck, chest, and your face
Blood flowin' thru the streets, they find it hard to relate (Oh-no-no!)
But i can tell you one thing (Oh yeah!)
See, you could neva be safe
Puttin' pressure on these niggas, i ain't come here to play (No no!)
Hottest nigga in ma city
Shit ain't up for debate

No no no no no
No no no no no
No no no no no
No no no no no
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They pulled the plug on ma dawg
That nigga dead, no he not wakin' up
Neva know the time when they gon' have to make a grave for us
Pistol on ma side in case these niggas try to play wit us
One minute we cool, and then the next these niggas changin' up

I ain't had no choice
See, i was schemin' for a quick check
I just wanna ball, don't got da audemar on ma wrist yet
Niggas act like bitches, i ain't really wit da chit chat
Checkin me for what?
That's how you end up gettin' chin checked!

They don't understand
Wassup wit yo mans? (No no no!)
Why these niggas nervous
When they come and shake ma hand? (Shake ma hand)
I know i got a purpose
So i gotta take the chance
I'm always on ma shit
So i can give em what i can

You know I'm feedin' the fam
You f*cked me up
See i don't need you again
You always told me you won't eva touch that needle again
And even though you did me dirty, i'ma feed you again
That's how i rock, i know you need you a friend
Yeah, i'ma ride til' the end

I'm war ready ma nigga, i'm on da frontlines (No no!)
Ain't no bringin' em back
Yeah, they hit em four times (Hm-mm)
Middle of the summer dawg, now watch the gun shine (Neh-nuh-no-no-nuh!)
I'ma die for this shit whenever it come time

Dissin' on the gang
You better watch what's comin' out ya mouth (Neh-nuh-no-no-nuh!)
Pull up wit that thang
Then ma niggas is airing out ya house
Scarface shit, yeah i'm carvin' a nigga stomach out
If i don't make it dawg, best believe I'm takin' another route

I take da bottle pour one out for all ma dead homies
I got this weight on top ma chest, i feel this stress on me
Took ma hand up off the wound
And then he bled on me
See, i don't really give a f*ck bout what they said homie

There's so much i can say
Gotta lot on my plate
They be choppin' niggas down, the whole city a grave
They be desperate for dem bodies, niggas lookin' to play
Couple hollows thru ya legs, neck, chest, and your face
Blood flowin' thru the streets, they find it hard to relate (Oh-no-no!)
But i can tell you one thing (Oh yeah!)
See, you could neva be safe
Puttin' pressure on these niggas, i ain't come here to play (No no!)
Hottest nigga in ma city
Shit ain't up for debate

No no no no no
No no no no no
No no no no no
No no no no no
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Writer: Jorge Rodriguez
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