Lyrics Busta Rhymes – Ready For War

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 NIGGAZ IN THE SPOT
Tell me what y’all want
GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT
Y’all niggaz ready to do it
LET’S BLOW THE MOTHERFUCKIN SPOT
All my niggaz
ATTENTION.. (LOUD AND CLEAR)
WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)
GET EM (WHEN WE SPOT EM) HIT EM (KID WE GOT EM)
WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)

Billy Danze
I got reason to believe, some of you niggaz 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)
Fuck that! How this shit look
when a nigga stretched out, with his chest out
and a mess out in Brooklyn, HI-YAHHHHHH

Busta Rhymes

Billy Danze
And those motherfuckers 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
Fuck the bullshit! I kick a bone out yo’ ass
Hardrock nigga?! I kick a stone out yo’ ass!
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
Split yo’ ass up like a Temptation
You cats is animated cartoons (WHO YOU?)
The return of Goodfellas Part Two
BITCH throw your fuckin guns up, put your fuckin 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 pussies like a G-Y-N
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
Aiyyo yo-yuh-yo, and now I hear no one
(you) would let less than a motherfucker fear no one
None of y’all niggaz 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
Introduce the millenium STOMP nigga for the future
I be that prime honorary nigga
that’ll voluntarily blast the last, Tom & Jerry ass nigga
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 niggaz Berkowitz and that other motherfucker Fizzy Wo’
Mashin through the city yo, and the foot it don’t lie
Ready to blow this bitch up at the drop of a dime

Chorus

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