Busta Rhymes - Ready For War Lyrics
F/ m.o.p.[busta rhymes]Tri-lateral commissionBerkowitz, fizzy wo, bust-down(aiyahhhhhhhhh!)Chorus: busta rhymes + m.o.p.Everytime I take a look, the only thing I see isMy live niggaz in the spotTell me what yall wantGive me everything you gotYall niggaz ready to do itLets blow the mother*****in spotAll my niggazAttention.. (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 feelThe man isnt live and direct (get at em bill!)Long, breathe easy pop, this is hip-hopIn the harm way, we do it the war way, all dayI never procrastinate (you shouldnt)Im from where the war games fascinate (you couldnt)You wouldnt believe what theyve been tellin meThe perfect match is jail and meCause I was born with a felony (uh uh uh)***** that! how this shit lookWhen a nigga stretched out, with his chest outAnd a mess out in brooklyn, hi-yahhhhhh[busta rhymes]Yall mother*****ers is back? !Yall mother*****ers dont know how to actYall mother*****ers attack!![billy danze]And those mother*****ers are wack, I travelled a rocky roadSwift to the flipmode, quick grip for the unloadFather forgive me for my sinsBut ima raise hell to the bitter end - Im a soldier!Chorus[lil fame]***** the bullshit! I kick a bone out yo assHardrock nigga? ! I kick a stone out yo ass!Warning, to all those, caps get peeledQuicker than e-mail to your ass sayin, kill kill kill!Curb chasin, straight lacin, with a mac-10 blazinSplit yo ass up like a temptationYou cats is animated cartoons (who you? )The return of goodfellas part two***** throw your *****in guns up, put your *****in hands downHot flames up, [buck you with], (busta bust down)We sneak the guns right in, yall keep tryinAnd ima check all pussies like a g-y-nOpen up your can of whoop ass; Ill open upA fresh can of Ill ***** yo ass up quick fastFlipmode, m.o.p. fizzy wo-mack, wo-mackYall know who the ***** I am!Chorus[busta rhymes]Aiyyo yo-yuh-yo, and now I hear no one(you) would let less than a mother*****er fear no oneNone of yall niggaz dont really wanna ***** with the dreadThe street brawler stomp your face into the back of yo headCmon now, Im quick to roast fry boil and even toast a guyMultiply the ? ? like the worlds greatest coke supplyShit changed, you sellin weed over the damn computerIntroduce the millenium stomp nigga for the futureI be that ? ? of every niggaThatll voluntarily blast the last, tom & jerry ass niggaAnd write raps to the sound of these gatsPerhaps my raps will paralyze a *****-ass and make him collapseYo, see they be quick to bust they fashion of a calicoMy niggaz berkowitz and that other mother*****er fizzy woMashin through the city yo, and the foot it dont lieReady to blow this ***** up at the drop of a dimeChorus[ad libs for about 8 seconds before fade]
