Ready For War

Lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes, (M.O.P.)] Tri-lateral commission Berkowitz (Hahahah) Fizzy Wo' (Ah-heh, ah-heh, s'make money!) Bust-Down (Ay-ahhhhh!) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes, (M.O.P.)] Every time I take a look, the only thing I see is (My live niggas in the spot!) Tell me what y'all want! (Give me everything you got!) Y'all niggas ready to do it?! (Let's blow the motherfuckin' spot!) All my niggas! (Attention! Loud and clear) (Where my niggas ready for war?) (We right here!) (Get 'em!) (When we spot 'em) (Hit 'em!) (Kid, we got 'em!) (Where my niggas ready for war?) (We right here!) [Verse 1: Billy Danze, (Busta Rhymes), M.O.P.] I got reason to believe (Believe!), some of you niggas feel (Feel!) The man isn't live and direct – Get at 'em, Bill! (Whoa!) No! Breathe easy, pop, this is hip-hop In the long way, we do it the war way, all day (Ha!) I never procrastinate (Huh!) – You shouldn't I'm from where the war games fascinate (Ha!) - You couldn't (Huh!) You wouldn't believe what they've been tellin' me (Ha!) The perfect match is jail and me (Huh!) 'Cause I was born with a felony (Ha!) Uh-uh! Fuck that! How this shit look: When a nigga stretched out, with his chest out (Huh!) And a mess (Ha!) out in Brooklyn? (Hi-ya!!!) (Y'all motherfuckers is back?! Y'all motherfuckers don't know how to act! Y'all motherfuckers – attack!) And those motherfuckers are wack! (Huh!) I traveled a rocky road (Huh!) Swift to the Flipmode, quick grip for the unload (Ha!) Father forgive me for my sins (Huh!) But I'ma raise hell to the bitter end (Haaa!), I'm a soldier, boy [Chorus: Busta Rhymes, (M.O.P.)] Every time I take a look, the only thing I see is (My live niggas in the spot!) Tell me what y'all want! (Give me everything you got!) Ya niggas ready to do it?! (Let's blow the motherfuckin' spot!) All my niggas! (Attention! Loud and clear) Ha! (Where my niggas ready for war?) (We right here!) Huh! (Get 'em!) (When we spot 'em) Ha! (Hit 'em!) (Kid, we got 'em!) Huh! (Where my niggas ready for war?) (We right here!) Huh! [Verse 2: Lil' Fame, (Busta Rhymes), M.O.P.] Fuck the bullshit (Ha!), I kick a bone out yo' ass (Huh!) Hard rock, nigga? (Huh huh huh...!) I kick a stone out yo' ass (Ha!) 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' (Ha!) Split yo' ass up like a Temptation (Hooo-haaa! You cats is animated cartoons – WHO Y'ALL?! The return of Goodfellas, Part Two Bitch, throw your fuckin' guns up! Put your fuckin' hands down! (Ha!) FAME-STA! Berkowitz! (Busta-Bus Down!) We sneak the guns right in, y'all keep tryin' (Huh!) And I'ma check all pussies like a G-Y-N (Ha!) 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, (M.O.P.)] Every time I take a look, the only thing I see is (My live niggas in the spot!) Tell me what y'all want! (Give me everything you got!) Ya niggas ready to do it?! (Let's blow the motherfuckin' spot!) All my niggas! Ha! (Attention! Loud and clear) Huh! (Where my niggas ready for war?) Yeah! (We right here!) Here! (Get 'em!) (When we spot 'em) Huh! (Hit 'em!) (Kid, we got 'em!) Ho! (Where my niggas ready for war?) (We right here!) [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes, (M.O.P.)] Ayo yo-yuh-yo (Yo!) And now I hear no one (You!) Relentless than a motherfucker, fear no one! None of y'all niggas 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 (Ha!) Introduce the millennium stomp nigga for the future (Huh!) I be that prime honorary nigga That'll voluntarily blast the last Tom & Jerry ass nigga (Hahah...) 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 niggas Berkowitz and that other motherfucker Fizzy Wo'! (Mashin' through the city, yo!) In the front of the line Ready to blow this bitch up at the drop of a dime! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes, (M.O.P.)] Every time I take a look, the only thing I see is (My live niggas in the spot!) Tell me what y'all want! (Give me everything you got!) Ya niggas ready to do it?! (Let's blow the motherfuckin' spot!) All my niggas! Ha! (Attention!) Huh! Loud and clear) Clear! (Where my niggas ready for war?) Ha! (We right here!) Huh! (Get 'em!) (When we spot 'em) Huh! (Hit 'em!) (Kid, we got 'em!) Ha! (Where my niggas ready for war?) (We right here!) (Yeah! Yeah!) (Ahahaha...) Flipmode, muthafuckaaaa!