Ready for War (feat. M.O.P.)

Busta Rhymes F/ M.O.P.

Miscellaneous

Ready For War

Tri-lateral commission

Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo', Bust-Down

(AiYAHHHHHHHHH!)

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!)

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

Y'all motherfuckers is back?!

Y'all motherfuckers don't know how to act

Y'all motherfuckers attack!!

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!

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,, (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!

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