Busta Rhymes F- Mop Ready For War Lyrics

Ready For War Lyrics

[Busta Rhymes]

 Tri-lateral commission

 Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo', Bust-Down

 (AiYAHHHHHHHHH!)

 

 Chorus: Busta Rhymes + M.O.P.

 

 Everytime I take a look, the only thing I see is

   MY LIVE NIGGAZ IN THE SPOT

 Tell me what y'all want

   GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT

 Y'all niggaz ready to do it

   LET'S BLOW THE MOTHERFUCKIN SPOT

 All my niggaz

   ATTENTION.. (LOUD AND CLEAR)

   WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)

   GET EM (WHEN WE SPOT EM) HIT EM (KID WE GOT EM)

   WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)

 

 [Billy Danze]

 I got reason to believe, some of you niggaz feel

 the man isn't live and direct (GET AT EM BILL!)

 LONG, breathe easy pop, this is Hip-Hop

 in the HARM WAY, we do it the war way, all day

 I never procrastinate (you shouldn't)

 I'm from where the war games fascinate (you couldn't)

 You wouldn't believe what they've been tellin me

 The perfect match is jail and me

 cause I was born with a felony (uh uh uh)

 Fuck that!  How this shit look

 when a nigga stretched out, with his chest out

 and a mess out in Brooklyn, HI-YAHHHHHH

 

 [Busta Rhymes]

 Y'all motherfuckers is back?!

 Y'all motherfuckers don't know how to act

 Y'all motherfuckers attack!!

 

 [Billy Danze]

 And those motherfuckers are wack, I travelled a rocky road

 Swift to the Flipmode, quick grip for the unload

 Father forgive me for my sins

 but I'ma raise hell to the bitter end - I'm a soldier!

 

 Chorus

 

 [Lil' Fame]

 Fuck the bullshit!  I kick a bone out yo' ass

 Hardrock nigga?!  I kick a stone out yo' ass!

 Warning, to all those, caps get peeled

 quicker than e-mail to your ass sayin, "Kill kill kill!"

 Curb chasin, straight lacin, with a Mac-10 blazin

 Split yo' ass up like a Temptation

 You cats is animated cartoons (WHO YOU?)

 The return of Goodfellas Part Two

 BITCH throw your fuckin guns up, put your fuckin hands down

   HOT FLAMES UP, [buck you with], (BUSTA BUST DOWN)

 We sneak the guns right in, y'all keep tryin

 and I'ma check all pussies like a G-Y-N

 Open up your can of "Whoop Ass"; I'll open up

 a fresh can of "I'll Fuck Yo' Ass Up Quick Fast"

 Flipmode, M.O.P. Fizzy Wo-mack, Wo-mack

 Y'all know who the fuck I am!

 

 Chorus

 

 [Busta Rhymes]

 Aiyyo yo-yuh-yo, and now I hear no one

 (you) would let less than a motherfucker fear no one

 None of y'all niggaz don't really wanna fuck with the dread

 The street brawler stomp your face into the back of yo' head

 C'mon now, I'm quick to roast fry boil and even toast a guy

 Multiply the ghosts like the world's greatest coke supply

 Shit changed, you sellin WEED over the damn computer

 Introduce the millenium STOMP nigga for the future

 I be that prime honorary nigga

 that'll voluntarily blast the last, Tom & Jerry ass nigga

 And write raps to the sound of these gats

 Perhaps my raps will paralyze a bitch-ass and make him collapse

 Yo, see they be quick to bust they fashion of a calico

 My niggaz Berkowitz and that other motherfucker Fizzy Wo'

 Mashin through the city yo, and the foot it don't lie

 Ready to blow this bitch up at the drop of a dime

 

 Chorus

 

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