Ready For War

Lyrics

Nick Wiz ft. Cella Dwellas ft. Ran Reed - "Ready For War" [Emcee(s): Phantasm, Ran Reed, and U.G.] [Producer(s): Nick Wiz] [Scratches: DJ Slyce] [Intro: Phantasm and Scratches by DJ Slyce] Yeah! CDs and Ran Reed The Federation Still shining, combining for your mind, and ("You talk about a battle, but you ain't yet ready for war") Y'all know the dealie ("You talk about a battle…") ("You talk about a battle, but you ain't yet ready…") [Verse 1: Phantasm] The Million-Dollar Man won't stop hip hop 'til I win I write dope stories like Iceberg Slim For years, been rocking Nikes and rocking mics. Now my BMX Turn to CBR bikes, weekend flights On tours, and these whores then wanna be more than your friend I be "Killing 'Em Softly" like Lauryn Ha! Trying to lock it down like the Wu, stack G's like the fool. Fedеration is the crew. Used To carry rocks and carry Glocks, usеd to slap- -box. Now I ride around in drop-tops DiBiase flex in an M3. U.G In back of me in the Q-Series Infiniti With two silly, country, hillbilly bitties with big Titties living the life in New York City My spot is sewn. You'll get dropped in my zone, which is 718. I'm in and out of every state, got More Holmes than Larry, stay Dirty like Harry Shoot and run like Rick Barry. No more stress And migraines. I'm singing in the rain, eating sugarcane Sipping on champagne with Elaine and Jane The Doublemint twins waiting for the ravishing To come in so we can start dumbing 'cause, in my duplex Ain't nothing but sex, sex, sex. The rated-R Superstar stay up to par. Ah! [Hook: Phantasm and Scratches by DJ Slyce] You talk about a battle, but you ain't yet ready for war My squad's raw, throwing rappers in a figure-four I figure your rap style is inferior Federation is superior, we ain't hearing ya [Verse 2: Ran Reed] Catch 'em sleeping Time to wake 'em up and shake 'em up like Loan sharks. Me and Dwellas tag-team like Raekwon And Tone Starks. Hell yeah, you didn't know This line-for-line pro is guaranteed to make your mind grow Take your time, bro. Starting to hallucinate Leave you upset like the courtroom when they gave Juice a break. Son, you're still in the first stages Fronting for your crew, trying to act all courageous I'm in the yellow pages—look me up under "Lessons" Twenty-four-hour, seven-days-a-week blessings You'll never catch me slipping. Constantly ripping, got him On his last rhyme, now his heart is skipping. Tripping Rappers like Jack Tripper. You're wack, nigga Me? I'm smoother than a '96 Ac' Vigor. Talking 'bout You battle on the spot—so what you got? Bring it To me, and, for your sake, I hope this shit is hot 'cause If not, then I'ma have to pin you down, call Your name out every time I'm in your town—that's how It's going down. They let a lion out the cage, throwing Rappers off the stage like Kris when he's in a rage You missed, I hit—brother, just sit Ran Reed got 'em catching a fit 'cause I'm the shit [Hook: Phantasm and Scratches by DJ Slyce] You talk about a battle, but you ain't yet ready for war My squad's raw, throwing rappers in a figure-four I figure your rap style is inferior Federation is superior, we ain't hearing ya [Verse 3: U.G.] Miraculous raps tackle cliques like cops on FOX. With handcuffs, crush like monster trucks, so what?!? I swing on loops like Tarzan, break down Rap stars, and flows out-of-this-world like Martians I slap rappers acting shady with the three-eighty Swell up their lips, and now they got a lisp like Cindy Brady ("That ain't right!") Hah! Ravishing Rick Rude is fast To part the middle of your head like Willie blast Silly ass. So take heed 'cause U.G Been wilding ever since Apollo five-speeds indeed As I proceed to get these proceeds, my flow Speeds Like Keanu Reeves. Now I breathe, I pack a razor Up my sleeve. You get touched, kid—let's face it Your whole crew is Sissy like Spacek. I'm on some in-your- -face-shit, hah! You get suplexed, so stand clear With so much wears, they call me Richard Gere, nigga, yeah! [Hook: Phantasm and Scratches by DJ Slyce] (x2) You talk about a battle, but you ain't yet ready for war My squad's raw, throwing rappers in a figure-four I figure your rap style is inferior Federation is superior, we ain't hearing ya