Ready For War

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Real Talk Entertainment Bizzy the kid, young glory fiend Star rocker, you know what it is baby [Hook: Bizzy Bone] Layzie, Layzie, whoa Crystal comin' up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Whoa, Crystal comin' up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro (Layzie, Lazyzie) Whoa, Crystal comin' up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Whoa, Crystal comin' up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] Back in the days, hey What more can I say? You waked In the thing with a double-barrel sawed-off shotgun 'Fore ya know it, I'mma bust that thing Smell so good it overwhelms that stank How could I hate you when I say thanks? I pull away, I roll like tape Slowly approaching, destroy them snakes Thoughts in the sand and the grain of the mind Like the ring that's around that Saturn line Still in my prime, never gon' leave Not without Eve and a baby on my sleeve Boom-boom, leave, put it on Steve Holla at Gs, please be cordial Enjoy yo drank, enjoy yo food Savor that morsel, murder that torso I put a quarter on my brothers and flowers and trees Enemies good, baby boy breathe Think to save ya For the light, yes I believe Before I leave, take this money in peace Abraham style, watch that beast Judas is forgiven, re-livin, now keep it in preach In this world, you must have you some brass balls And have you a couple of brawls, yeah You know what we gon' do Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day, day Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day, day, day [Hook: Bizzy Bone] Layzie, Layzie, whoa Crystal comin' up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Whoa, Crystal comin' up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro (Layzie, Lazyzie) Whoa, Crystal comin' up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Whoa, Crystal comin' up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] I'm the poster boy for the realistic hip-hop Motherfuckers know little Lay don't flip-flop That's why I came back to the tip-top Everybody else, these niggas gon' drip-drop Get popped, shit stop, grandpa gets his tick-tocked Grandfather clock, and y'all just a wrist-watch Layzie Bone gon' murda, mo' murda, mo' murda, mo' murda, mo' murda for his spot Like Eightball & MJG, I'mma lick shots, lick shots Screamin' out "fuck the police", better tell 'em come get me Tell 'em this shit hot, nigga, this shit hot I'm a microphone fiend for the green leaves Like Rakim and Eric B Have ya "mind playin tricks", like the Geto Boys Damn right, y'all better be scared of me Nobody can rap quite like I can Take a Muslim by a man and put his face in the sand I'm the last mafioso on the MC copper Make you say "Yo Layzie, don't pull the Glock!" From the coupe to the watch, y'all don't see me I went to commercial break to pay these bills Y'all thought I wasn't keepin' it real Like you PMD, you gots to chill Feel where I'm comin' from, beat to a different drum Everybody askin' "Where the hell they get their rhythm from?" I'mma tell you, go and get'chu some Or get greeted with the hollow-point dum-dums Dumb-dumb, come one, come all Now can you feel me? The best there is, the best there was And the best there will be [Hook: Bizzy Bone] Layzie, Layzie, whoa Crystal comin' up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Whoa, Crystal comin' up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro (Layzie, Lazyzie) Whoa, Crystal comin' up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Whoa, Crystal comin' up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro [Verse 3: Bizzy Bone] Introducing the gangsta-gangsta-gangsta Baby, we whistle my melody softly, hah Live it up, and I'm feelin lofty Me crisp and clean with no caffeine, so you can keep your coffee I likes my sticky-icky crystal clear with some chocolate toffee, c'mon! I put the "Money in a Ziplock Bag", tell the lady look over the contract Gotta go, gotta mash, get wit me, and that's that Another show, finna get more cash, I'm finna roll out fast A wheel spinnin' in the beginning, the women gettin' in an elite The fleet, the shit, I'm drift, can't see 'em, get 'em Move me down, they wanna slow me down They can't show me down, now slow down Whoa now, whoa now, in the shade, low down, go up What'chu think that I'mma tell you go down? Grow up Enemies come and get grown down, thrown down, torn down, thrown down Take that bitch, get another one, pronto It's just that man in us And ain't know which to find Now who the leader with a nine millimeter and a dime and a grand to touch? Now Christ, who's everything around me Yeah, that's who found me Give me a pound b, that purple haze I'm on an airplane, airline ticket, and I'm still a little dazed Rat race, no snitch, no games, no lames, no shame, no fame, still thug Love me or just hate us, don't frame us, and that's what's up [Hook: Bizzy Bone] Layzie, Layzie, whoa Crystal comin' up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Whoa, Crystal comin' up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro (Layzie, Lazyzie) Whoa, Crystal comin' up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Whoa, Crystal comin' up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro