Chords for 50 Cent - Ready For War HQ

[N] _ _ _ _ _ Shady, Shady, [C] yeah, _ _ yeah _ _
It's a movie, it's a movie, you can't stop it _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Ferrari FZ, [Ab] Ferrari FZ
I say I'm running, [C] running cause I'm in control
In and out of Tennessee, [D] a couple shots of Patron
I ain't feeling the hype, I get your [C] eyes and fate
Brody poppin' some sister, coming with me tonight
I ain't [Fm] selling the linen, I ain't [Gb] snapping and popping it
Now I'm bobbing my head, I'm just [Cm] standing there watching
I'm a hustler, hustle, you can tell that I'm paid
And I protect what I got, I'm in the house with my play
Nigga, you [Fm] fucks are gonna get it, okay, now maybe I'm sitting
Cause I [C] want you to treat it, yeah, I be on that shit
You see when I'm starting, the flesh knows to be walking
This is me brawling, you can tell that I'm balling
I'm just [Cm] doing my thing, you know we doing this the gang
I got my crime, you shady with me, you front
You'll have [C] to get me off your ass if you're the lord, see him laugh
It's not a big deal, it's nothing but some cash, you [Cm] know
_ Marshall Madness _
Gaps of the rage of today's youth and bodily
Touch the glass with my bare hands and swallow it
And spit it back in their faces
You racists and [C] hypocrites, you think the same shit but don't say shit
You Liberace's, Versace's, and you Nazis watch me
Cause you think that you got me in this hot seat
You motherfuckers wanna judge me cause you nut me
You'll never stop me, I'm top speed and you pop me
I came to save these new generations of [Cm] babies
From parents who failed to raise them cause they lazy
To grow to praise me and make them go crazy
That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me
And you forgave me if you think I'ma admit wrong
I quit being a hypocritic critic, [C] I'm six on
And this song is for any kid who gets picked on
A six on to [Ab] retaliate to a missed call
This [Cm] kinda music, use it and you get had to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit for these kids to draft their rules [C] with
Just refuse [Ab] whenever they ask to do [C] shit
It's like the shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know, that's the new shit
It's like the shit that causes mass confusion
The drastic movement of people acting stupid
It's fight music _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ Yeah, y'all is ringing _ _
Niggas is so gangster, niggas is thugs
Niggas will spend their whole life battling drugs
Playing [Ab] dope and hope so one [F] day
Be able to own their own label and get [C] the game up
Some niggas came [Gb] up, some [C] just didn't
It's just the way it is, [Ab] if it ain't [C] mean it just isn't
Some niggas will get [Gb] money and pay niggas to [Fm] back them
So they can act up, feel [Ab] comfortable and rap tough
And that's ass backwards
Cause niggas just gon' keep coming back
And that's when extortion [C] happens
If you struggle to get free, I know how this shit be
You [Ab] can give anything to live [C] legitimately
But you will find if you do [Ab] get in this [C] industry
It's best if you're [Ab] bestest with me than [C] against me
Niggas get behind mics [Cm] and ain't even MCs
Niggas get on MTV just to [C] diss me
This shit don't even piss me off
I'm [Cm] laughing all the way to the bank
Watching the satellite
And [C] my bitches ain't [Cm] even got a car
You're so far under [F] my radar
I [Cm] don't even know who the fuck [C] you are
To tell you to suck my dick while I'm pissing
And I don't even listen to your [G] shit to know the fuck I'm dissing
[C] A meteor that speeds into these views
Trying [Fm] to add fuel to the fire
[Ab] This little nigga Jah Rule [C] talking bodies gon' slap me
Nigga please, you gotta [Ab] jump and swing up to hit me in the knees
I laugh at these magazines, they [C] interview them
All they doing is making fake threats to what's due them
And pussy and not Pac, [Ab] I knew him
Pac was [Cm] a real nigga, used to fucking and so too him
[C] It's too bad we had to pull out before he passed
Cause if he could see this shit now, he'd be whooping your [Cm] ass
You talking [C] to a pioneer who engineered this [Ab] shit for 19 years
Who you [C] got in your ear?
[G] I ain't even [Ab] gotta say it, the fans [Cm] know
You're trying to be tough, [Gb] nigga, you look an asshole
[C] Making happen, my rapping is similar to motherfuckers when they trapping
Blasting, watching back, I'm notorious, Biggie Miller
Affiliation with [Cm] Death Row
Niggas get their cash bill back, [C] food is the west coast
Bitch, you miss the meaner, I'm [Gb] raising hell like [Ab] Felonies
[Cm] Mr.
[Ab] McAfeely straight [Cm] out of jail, selling Yeez
[C] Intoxicated, we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made my adversary just play to hate
Got a Mercedes for these tricks
I thought I quit then got a drop top Jag
For these bitches [Cm] that sold my dick
Go to club in the back, I'm smoking [Ab] bud in the back
I'm waiting for [Cm] niggas to trip, [Ab] cause bitch I love to scrap
Mama [C] raised me as a thug nigga
With a love, niggas, I'm a millionaire
Started as a drug dealer
I went from rock to Z, writing raps to movies
[Cm] I went from trusting these tricks
Now they all wanna sue me, so fuck em all _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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