busta rhymes - ready for war lyrics
tri-lateral commission
berkowitz, fizzy wo’, bust-down
every time i take a look, the only thing i see is
(my live n-gg-z in the spot)
tell me what y’all want?
(give me everything you got)
y’all n-gg-z ready to do it
(let’s blow the motherf-ckin’ spot)
all my n-gg-z
attention
(loud and clear)
where my n-gg-z ready for war?
(we right here!)
get ’em
(when we spot ’em)
hit ’em
(kid we got ’em)
where my n-gg-z ready for war?
(we right here!)
i got reason to believe, some of you n-gg-z 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
f-ck that! how this sh-t look?
when a n-gg- stretched out, with his chest out
and a mess out in brooklyn
y’all motherf-ckers is back?
y’all motherf-ckers don’t know how to act
y’all motherf-ckers attack
and those motherf-ckers are wack, i traveled a rocky road
swift to the flipmode, quick grip for the unload
father forgive me for my sins
but i’ma raise h-ll to the bitter end, i’m a soldier!
every time i take a look, the only thing i see is
(my live n-gg-z in the spot)
tell me what y’all want?
(give me everything you got)
y’all n-gg-z ready to do it
(let’s blow the motherf-ckin’ spot)
all my n-gg-z
attention
(loud and clear)
where my n-gg-z ready for war?
(we right here!)
get ’em
(when we spot ’em)
hit ’em
(kid we got ’em)
where my n-gg-z ready for war?
(we right here!)
f-ck the bullsh-t! i kick a bone out yo’ -ss
hardrock n-gg-? i kick the stone out yo’ -ss!
warning, to all those, caps get peeled
quicker than e-mail to your -ss sayin’,
(kill kill kill!)
curb chasin’, straight lacin’, with a mac-10 blazin’
split yo’ -ss up like a temptation
you cats is animated cartoons
(who you?)
the return of goodfellas part two
b-tch throw your f-ckin’ guns up, put your f-ckin’ 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-ss-es like a g-y-n
open up your can of “whoop -ss”, i’ll open up
a fresh can of, “i’ll f-ck yo’ -ss up quick fast”
flipmode, m.o.p., fizzy wo-mack, wo-mack
y’all know who the f-ck i am
every time i take a look, the only thing i see is
(my live n-gg-z in the spot)
tell me what y’all want?
(give me everything you got)
y’all n-gg-z ready to do it
(let’s blow the motherf-ckin’ spot)
all my n-gg-z
attention
(loud and clear)
where my n-gg-z ready for war?
(we right here!)
get ’em
(when we spot ’em)
hit ’em
(kid we got ’em)
where my n-gg-z ready for war?
(we right here!)
aiyyo yo-yuh-yo, and now i hear no one
(you)
would let less than a motherf-cker fear no one
none of y’all n-gg-z don’t really wanna f-ck 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-ke supply
sh-t changed, you sellin’ weed over the d-mn computer
introduce the millennium stomp n-gg- for the future
i be that prime honorary n-gg-
that’ll voluntarily blast the last, tom & jerry -ss n-gg-
and write raps to the sound of these gats
perhaps my raps will paralyze a b-tch–ss and make him collapse
yo, see they be quick to bust they fashion of a calico
my n-gg-z berkowitz and that other motherf-cker fizzy wo’
mashin’ through the city yo, and the foot it don’t lie
ready to blow this b-tch up at the drop of a dime
every time i take a look, the only thing i see is
(my live n-gg-z in the spot)
tell me what y’all want?
(give me everything you got)
y’all n-gg-z ready to do it
(let’s blow the motherf-ckin’ spot)
all my n-gg-z
attention
(loud and clear)
where my n-gg-z ready for war?
(we right here!)
get ’em
(when we spot ’em)
hit ’em
(kid we got ’em)
where my n-gg-z ready for war?
(we right here!)
yeah, flipmode m-th-rf-cka
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