Let Me Tell Ya

Lyrics

[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] Maybach Music-Maybach Music-Maybach Music-Maybach-Music