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Ready for War Lyrics

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 m*********** 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 m************ is back?!
Y'all m************ don't know how to act
Y'all m************ attack!!
[Billy Danze]
And those m************ 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 bullshit! 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-Y-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 m*********** fear no one
None of y'all n***** don't really wanna 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 c**e supply
s*** changed, you sellin WEED over the d*** computer
Introduce the millenium 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 m*********** 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]

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