Busta Rhymes - 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 ni**aZ IN THE SPOT Tell me what y'all want GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT Y'all n***as ready to do it LET'S BLOW THE MOTHERfu*kIN SPOT All my n***as ATTENTION.. (LOUD AND CLEAR) WHERE MY ni**aZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!) GET EM (WHEN WE SPOT EM) HIT EM (KID WE GOT EM) WHERE MY ni**aZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!) [Billy Danze] I got reason to believe, some of you n***as 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 sh** look When a n***a stretched out, with his chest out And a mess out in Brooklyn, HI-YAHHHHHH [Busta Rhymes] Y'all motherf**ers is back?! Y'all motherf**ers don't know how to act Y'all motherf**ers attack!! [Billy Danze] And those motherf**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'mma raise hell to the bitter end - I'm a soldier! Chorus [Lil' Fame] f** the bullsh**! I kick a bone out yo' a** Hardrock n***a?! I kick a stone out yo' a**! Warning, to all those, caps get peeled Quicker than e-mail to your a** sayin, "k** k** k**!" 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*tch throw your f**in guns up, put your f**in hands down HOT FLAMES UP, [buck you with], (BUSTA BUST DOWN) We sneak the guns right in, y'all keep tryin And I'mma 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 f** Yo' Ass 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 motherf**er fear no one None of y'all n***as 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 coke supply sh** changed, you sellin WEED over the damn computer Introduce the millenium STOMP n***a for the future I be that prime honorary n***a That'll voluntarily blast the last, Tom & Jerry a** n***a And write raps to the sound of these gats Perhaps my raps will paralyze a b**h-a** and make him collapse Yo, see they be quick to bust they fashion of a calico My n***as Berkowitz and that other motherf**er Fizzy Wo' Mashin through the city yo, and the foot it don't lie Ready to blow this b**h up at the drop of a dime Chorus [Ad libs for about 8 seconds before fade]