[Intro]
It's like we gotta do this
Word, word
Yeah
[Chorus: Tek & Steele]
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
[Verse 1: Steele]
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
[Verse 2: Tek]
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 Burial, kill it, done and over with
[Pre-Chorus: Tek]
Uh, ain't no stoppin' when the choppa ring
You hear a bang then a scream
[Chorus: Tek & Steele]
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
[Verse 3: Steele]
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
[Verse 4: Tek]
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 Geechee's done
Protect the residents with these elements
We find the truth to be self-evident
[Pre-Chorus: Tek]
It ain't no stoppin' when the choppa ring
You hear a bang then a scream
[Chorus: Tek, Steele & Rick Ross]
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)
[Verse 5: Rick Ross]
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 in the top floor and the pad's laid
[Outro]
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