Ready For War

LETRA

Ready For War

[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 N**** IN THE SPOT
Tell me what y'all want
GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT
y'all n**** ready to do it
LET'S BLOW THE MOTHERF**** SPOT
All my n****
ATTENTION.. (LOUD AND CLEAR)
WHERE MY N**** READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)
GET EM (WHEN WE SPOT EM) HIT EM (KID WE GOT EM)
WHERE MY N**** READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)

[Billy Danze]
I got reason to believe, some of you n**** 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)
F**** that! How this s**** look
when a n**** stretched out, with his chest out
and a mess out in Brooklyn, HI-YAHHHHHH

[Busta Rhymes]
y'all motherf**** is back?!
y'all motherf**** don't know how to act
y'all motherf**** attack!!

[Billy Danze]
And those motherf**** 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]
F**** the bull****! I kick a bone out yo' a****
Hardrock n****?! I kick a stone out yo' a****!
Warning, to all those, caps get peeled
quicker than e-mail to your a**** sayin, \"Kill kill kill!\"
Curb chasin, straight lacin, with a Mac-10 blazin
Split yo' a**** up like a Temptation
You cats is animated cartoons (WHO YOU?)
The return of Goodfellas Part Two
B**** throw your f**** guns up, put your f**** 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 p**** like a G-why-N
Open up your can of \"Whoop A****\"; I'll open up
a fresh can of \"I'll F**** Yo' A**** Up Quick Fast\"
Flipmode, M.O.P. Fizzy Wo-mack, Wo-mack
y'all know who the f**** I am!

[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo yo-yuh-yo, and now I hear no one
(you) would let less than a motherf**** fear no one
None of y'all n**** don't really want to f**** 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
S**** changed, you sellin WEED over the damn computer
Introduce the millennium STOMP n**** for the future
I be that prime honorary n****
that'll voluntarily blast the last, Tom & Jerry a**** n****
And write raps to the sound of these gats
Perhaps my raps will paralyze a b****-a**** and make him collapse
Yo, see they be quick to bust they fashion of a calico
My n**** Berkowitz and that other motherf**** Fizzy Wo'
Mashin through the city yo, and the foot it don't lie
Ready to blow this b**** up at the drop of a dime

[Chorus]
[ad libs for about 8 seconds before fade]