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 ?? 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 ?? of every 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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