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BUSTA RHYMES lyrics : "Ready For War"

(feat. M.O.P.)

[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 !#$%Z IN THE SPOT
Tell me what y'all want

GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT
Y'all ^!$$%z ready to do it
LET'S BLOW THE MOTHER!#@*IN SPOT

All my ^!$$%z
ATTENTION.. (LOUD AND CLEAR)
WHERE MY !#$%Z READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)

GET EM (WHEN WE SPOT EM) HIT EM (KID WE GOT EM)
WHERE MY !#$%Z READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)


[Billy Danze]
I got reason to believe, some of you ^!$$%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 (uh uh uh)
$#&@ that! How this %#@! look
when a ^!$$% stretched out, with his chest out

and a mess out in Brooklyn, HI-YAHHHHHH

[Busta Rhymes]

Y'all mother$#&@ers is back?!
Y'all mother$#&@ers don't know how to act
Y'all mother$#&@ers attack!!


[Billy Danze]
And those mother$#&@ers 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]
$#&@ the bull%#@!! I kick a bone out yo' $$#
Hardrock ^!$$%?! I kick a stone out yo' $$#!

Warning, to all those, caps get peeled
quicker than e-mail to your $$# sayin, "Kill kill kill!"
Curb chasin, straight lacin, with a Mac-10 blazin

Split yo' $$# up like a Temptation
You cats is animated cartoons (WHO YOU?)
The return of Goodfellas Part Two

!#$* throw your $#&@in guns up, put your $#&@in 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 !@#( like a G-Y-N
Open up your can of "Whoop $$#"; I'll open up
a fresh can of "I'll $#&@ Yo' $$# Up Quick Fast"

Flipmode, M.O.P. Fizzy Wo-mack, Wo-mack
Y'all know who the $#&@ I am!


[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]

Aiyyo yo-yuh-yo, and now I hear no one
(you) would let less than a mother$#&@er fear no one
None of y'all ^!$$%z don't really wanna $#&@ 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 !@%!e supply

%#@! changed, you sellin WEED over the damn computer
Introduce the millenium STOMP ^!$$% for the future
I be that prime honorary ^!$$%
that'll voluntarily blast the last, Tom & Jerry $$# ^!$$%
And write raps to the sound of these gats

Perhaps my raps will paralyze a (*##$-ass and make him collapse
Yo, see they be quick to bust they fashion of a calico
My ^!$$%z Berkowitz and that other mother$#&@er Fizzy Wo'
Mashin through the city yo, and the foot it don't lie
Ready to blow this (*##$ up at the drop of a dime


[Chorus]

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