Let Me Tell Ya - Smif-N-Wessun, Rick Ross

It’s like we gotta do this

Word, word

Yeah

Let’s get it on

Get’cha gear and prepare for war

Niggas runnin' they jaw, heads ain’t ready at all

Get your ammo and stand strong

The enemy’s in your heart, you ain’t gotta look far

Let’s get it on

Get’cha gear and prepare for war

Niggas runnin' they jaw, heads ain’t ready at all

Get your ammo and stand strong

The revolution ain’t televised, they streamin' dot com

No time to do your hair, baby

Brothers is firin' at us

He died in his T-shirt, said, «Black Lives Matter»

Stand for nothin', you fail, niggas stuck, pop frontin'

Heltah Skeltah means war, I’m on my rock ruckus

You block fam, gun cocked, the block jammed, Smuckers

Jealously spread over bread, when you’re fam, fuck ya

What’s trust when you lust power and lack courage?

When the facts flourish, the wack perish

Because you’re usin' big words, that don’t make you smart

Just because you’re breathin' that don’t mean you got heart

Fuck you, I used to be a robber too

So I know when and how a nigga scheme and move

Shoot a shotta shooter so such that his gun was hit

Soundboy, bury you, kill it, done and over with

Uh, ain’t no stoppin' when the choppa ring

You hear a bang then a scream

Let’s get it on

Get’cha gear and prepare for war

Niggas runnin' they jaw, heads ain’t ready at all

Get your ammo and stand strong

The enemy’s in your heart, you ain’t gotta look far

Let’s get it on

Get’cha gear and prepare for war

Niggas runnin' they jaw, heads ain’t ready at all

Get your ammo and stand strong

The revolution ain’t televised, they streamin' dot com

Jyeah, Ain’t no bunkers in Bucktown, just gun bussas

No one trust no one, we just don’t discuss it

It’s like crabs in the bucket

You think the system crooked?

You need to look at who you fuck wit'

The evil men do, I see the greed in ya

Modern day slave to social media

Don’t believe the alternative facts they feedin' ya

Get caught leanin' and they leavin' ya

Hey, yo

The average home owner doesn’t even own a gun

But you have the right to, so invest in one

If you don’t have, you better get’chu one

The day of the done

Protect the residents with these elements

We find the truth to be self-evident

It ain’t no stoppin' when the choppa ring

You hear a bang then a scream

Let’s get it on

Get’cha gear and prepare for war

Niggas runnin' they jaw, heads ain’t ready at all

Get your ammo and stand strong

The enemy’s in your heart, you ain’t gotta look far

Let’s get it on

Get’cha gear and prepare for war

Niggas runnin' they jaw, heads ain’t ready at all

Get your ammo and stand strong

It’s the biggest (It's the biggest)

The real ones make me wanna do things (Uh)

Converse sneakers, fat shoestrings (Uh)

V.V.S.

rims with my boo thang (Woo)

Stolen Smith & Wesson and I’m bumpin' Wu-Tang

I miss the old Kanye, can’t fuck with new lames (No)

Throwback sneakers and my new chains (Woo)

Suicidal if my contract was like Lil' Wayne’s

Body droppin', every week you in a new gang (Woo)

Volkswagen Beetles then we went to Regals (Tell 'em)

Now it’s Maybachs with the glass ceilings (Woo)

Shots of CÎROC got me puffin' pot (Uh)

Self-made, how dare you tell me what I’m not (Boss)

Real DJs, they gotta run it back (Run it back)

House shoes on, niggas runnin' crack (How is that?)

Flair lumber Jackson 'til the summer back (Uh)

Murder weapon and the one I got the numbers match (Bang)

Better have my ready, Fab Five Freddy (Uh)

Ricky ravioli, whole bowl of spaghetti (Haha-ha)

Heavy protein 'cause you know things (Yeah)

I love dappin' niggas in my gold rings (Yuh)

Love pullin' up with my whole team (Yuh)

Pretty women love pullin' on my gold links (Uh)

Used to point us out just by our flat fades

Now we top floor in the

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