busta rhymes
ready for war [explicit]
[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 N**** IN THE SPOT Tell me what y'all want GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT y'all n**** ready to do it LET'S BLOW THE MOTHERF**** SPOT All my n**** ATTENTION.. (LOUD AND CLEAR) WHERE MY N**** READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!) GET EM (WHEN WE SPOT EM) HIT EM (KID WE GOT EM) WHERE MY N**** READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)  [Billy Danze] I got reason to believe, some of you n**** 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 s**** look when a n**** stretched out, with his chest out and a mess out in Brooklyn, HI-YAHHHHHH  [Busta Rhymes] y'all motherf**** is back?! y'all motherf**** don't know how to act y'all motherf**** attack!!  [Billy Danze] And those motherf**** 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] F**** the bull****! I kick a bone out yo' a**** Hardrock n****?! I kick a stone out yo' a****! Warning, to all those, caps get peeled quicker than e-mail to your a**** sayin, "Kill kill kill!" 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**** throw your f**** guns up, put your f**** 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**** like a G-why-N Open up your can of "Whoop A****"; I'll open up a fresh can of "I'll F**** Yo' A**** 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**** fear no one None of y'all n**** don't really want to 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 S**** changed, you sellin WEED over the damn computer Introduce the millennium STOMP n**** for the future I be that prime honorary n**** that'll voluntarily blast the last, Tom & Jerry a**** n**** And write raps to the sound of these gats Perhaps my raps will paralyze a b****-a**** and make him collapse Yo, see they be quick to bust they fashion of a calico My n**** Berkowitz and that other motherf**** Fizzy Wo' Mashin through the city yo, and the foot it don't lie Ready to blow this b**** up at the drop of a dime  [Chorus] [ad libs for about 8 seconds before fade]