Ready For War (Letra)

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[Majesty]
Ridin with death

[Layzie]
We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals

[Majesty]
Ridin with death

[Layzie]
We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals

My nigga now Majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum
My nigga now Majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum

[Layzie]
You niggas better expect retaliation feel the playa hation
Yeah you the next to get dropped I don’t hide the glock
Real niggas don’t stop pop pop
put him in the mud nigga and your body rot
Top closing down on your caskets
wanna make these bastards think we got mercy
Putting in work since a nigga thirteen
Sending niggas like yourself off in a hearse
See I won’t hesitate to kill you wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs
Fucking with my thugs and I’m needing my love nigga what
Bone niggas fin to do a little damage
take over the planet with my daily tortures
Of course it’s the nigga that’s takin no shorts
Smokin on the newports your ghetto resource
And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch
and hit you with levels beyond your control
My momma never raised no punks and hoes
Just relear niggas comin up snatchin souls for dough
I know y’all motherfuckers out there somewhere ain’t nowhere to hide
Makin motherfuckers feel the vibe for life
In the midst of the twist I’ll be down to ride

[chorus]
[Bizzy]
We’re ready for war

[Majesty]
Ridin with death

[Layzie]
We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals
[repeat]

[Bizzy]
I’ma relent and furiated that you hated and pap pap can’t fade it
We stay heavily sedated comin now back up my buck get shaken
Deeply dreaming about this demon my daddy told me it was comin
Trapped in the form of a bad omen it’s wicked it was written I’ll be
Runnin while turnin around and blastin back to buck ‘em fuck ‘em
Them fools come back like I’m ready for war is that all you got
Heard the mack was talkin this and that bout some of my incidents
Said I smoke and snatchin purses you heard this lil EZ told me
Bitch clonin little EZ’s niggas so fuck you you weren’t original
Mono y mono ain’t no subliminal Hey
When I regime in fatigues we ready to bleed even when they sleepin
Catch me caught me must have seen
And they’re gonna get your ass next weekend

[chorus 2x]

[Majesty]
My mental seduction run your whole sound suction abduction of lyrics
Is the loss of life love and spirits
Capital offense for generics lost in the prison
Lieutenants overseeing the barracks checkin in
Mark ass copy cat incoherance is crucial
Smokin hay that bite shit like microchips
I watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom
When you’re fate rotten, bitch, when I spot ‘em I’ma drop ‘em

[Layzie]
Surrounded bby violence my nigga I’m bound to just live a lifetime
And this shrink wanna get inmy head cause I’m amongst the walking dead
All I really said if you niggas don’t fled you gone bleed bloody red
Nigga shoot the spot and got ghosts fuckin with the mastermind of all time
Letting niggas know we off in our prime
It’ll be that way to ninety-ninety-nine
Criminal-minded niggas been blinded
Looking for a style like Bone but can’t see me
Just like mike everybody wanna be me
Study every movie nigga makin on tv
Easy does it do it easy what it is number one better check the score
Here we go nigga don’t wanna fight no more
But I’m ready for you hoes and that’s for sure

[Bizzy]
When the ghetto needs me I’ll be grippin to the scripture picture
Little Ripsta can I get critical
And I’m seldom seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies
Zero one of my heroes Jesus blessed me to be lethal
With my automatic let you have it you don’t wanna see any evil
Motherfuckers I’ll take it to the people
then I will meet you at the funeral
Get ‘em up Bizzy Mafiaso no witness is the usual
Further mo murder mo ready with guns I’ll serve you hoes
When they call niggas hit the road
And when they get killed I’ma get your soul

[Krayzie]
You thinkin I’m slippin with niggas that itchin to rob me
Yes they want to give me bloody body
By pumping a couple of slugs inside me
But I’ll be damned we won if it comes to guns and I’m
Stacking them thangs so you gets none statics automatic fun
Want some come come come execution redrum rum
See what you see in my eyes murder murder death defied
Burnt alive fried when they die
No one was able to find them cause they’re bodies went up in a fire
Fuck they family try to creep
but you think I’m asleep cause I’m pumpin beats
Nigga better believe we keep much heat up under my seat yeah
Shoot ‘em up quick in a minute and within a minute
You already suckas I bet that you bent it we sent it
We’ll atest for the murder we should we dealt it
You thought you was flippin but got K.O.D’d
Ring-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there
The undisputed thugs in harmony proved it
Kicked a couple of niggas asses
Gotta take off and stay still blastin
Locked in the state penatentiary but dog that ain’t shit
Better make your money baby and pick up a couple of guns on the side
So when you ride and you get high don’t let them haters run up your side

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Ready For War (Letra)

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[majesty]
Ridin with death

[layzie]
We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals

[majesty]
Ridin with death

[layzie]
We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals

My nigga now majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum
My nigga now majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum

[layzie]
You niggas better expect retaliation feel the playa hation
Yeah you the next to get dropped i don’t hide the glock
Real niggas don’t stop pop pop
Put him in the mud nigga and your body rot
Top closing down on your caskets
Wanna make these bastards think we got mercy
Putting in work since a nigga thirteen
Sending niggas like yourself off in a hearse
See i won’t hesitate to kill you wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs
Fucking with my thugs and i’m needing my love nigga what
Bone niggas fin to do a little damage
Take over the planet with my daily tortures
Of course it’s the nigga that’s takin no shorts
Smokin on the newports your ghetto resource
And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch
And hit you with levels beyond your control
My momma never raised no punks and hoes
Just relear niggas comin up snatchin souls for dough
I know y’all motherfuckers out there somewhere ain’t nowhere to hide
Makin motherfuckers feel the vibe for life
In the midst of the twist i’ll be down to ride

[chorus]
[bizzy]
We’re ready for war

[majesty]
Ridin with death

[layzie]
We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals
[repeat]

[bizzy]
I’ma relent and furiated that you hated and pap pap can’t fade it
We stay heavily sedated comin now back up my buck get shaken
Deeply dreaming about this demon my daddy told me it was comin
Trapped in the form of a bad omen it’s wicked it was written i’ll be
Runnin while turnin around and blastin back to buck ‘em fuck ‘em
Them fools come back like i’m ready for war is that all you got
Heard the mack was talkin this and that bout some of my incidents
Said i smoke and snatchin purses you heard this lil ez told me
Bitch clonin little ez’s niggas so fuck you you weren’t original
Mono y mono ain’t no subliminal hey
When i regime in fatigues we ready to bleed even when they sleepin
Catch me caught me must have seen
And they’re gonna get your ass next weekend

[chorus 2x]

[majesty]
My mental seduction run your whole sound suction abduction of lyrics
Is the loss of life love and spirits
Capital offense for generics lost in the prison
Lieutenants overseeing the barracks checkin in
Mark ass copy cat incoherance is crucial
Smokin hay that bite shit like microchips
I watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom
When you’re fate rotten, bitch, when i spot ‘em i’ma drop ‘em

[layzie]
Surrounded bby violence my nigga i’m bound to just live a lifetime
And this shrink wanna get inmy head cause i’m amongst the walking dead
All i really said if you niggas don’t fled you gone bleed bloody red
Nigga shoot the spot and got ghosts fuckin with the mastermind of all time
Letting niggas know we off in our prime
It’ll be that way to ninety-ninety-nine
Criminal-minded niggas been blinded
Looking for a style like bone but can’t see me
Just like mike everybody wanna be me
Study every movie nigga makin on tv
Easy does it do it easy what it is number one better check the score
Here we go nigga don’t wanna fight no more
But i’m ready for you hoes and that’s for sure

[bizzy]
When the ghetto needs me i’ll be grippin to the scripture picture
Little ripsta can i get critical
And i’m seldom seen in the henessey when i ride up on my enemies
Zero one of my heroes jesus blessed me to be lethal
With my automatic let you have it you don’t wanna see any evil
Motherfuckers i’ll take it to the people
Then i will meet you at the funeral
Get ‘em up bizzy mafiaso no witness is the usual
Further mo murder mo ready with guns i’ll serve you hoes
When they call niggas hit the road
And when they get killed i’ma get your soul

[krayzie]
You thinkin i’m slippin with niggas that itchin to rob me
Yes they want to give me bloody body
By pumping a couple of slugs inside me
But i’ll be damned we won if it comes to guns and i’m
Stacking them thangs so you gets none statics automatic fun
Want some come come come execution redrum rum
See what you see in my eyes murder murder death defied
Burnt alive fried when they die
No one was able to find them cause they’re bodies went up in a fire
Fuck they family try to creep
But you think i’m asleep cause i’m pumpin beats
Nigga better believe we keep much heat up under my seat yeah
Shoot ‘em up quick in a minute and within a minute
You already suckas i bet that you bent it we sent it
We’ll atest for the murder we should we dealt it
You thought you was flippin but got k.o.d’d
Ring-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there
The undisputed thugs in harmony proved it
Kicked a couple of niggas asses
Gotta take off and stay still blastin
Locked in the state penatentiary but dog that ain’t shit
Better make your money baby and pick up a couple of guns on the side
So when you ride and you get high don’t let them haters run up your side

Ready For War (Letra)

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[styles paniro]
Yo, yo i could keep my eyes closed, still reading the signs
Young niggas think they hungry then you feed em a nine
Might kidnap they ass start feedin em swine
So i don’t feel bad when i gut em like a pig
Beat him down, stomp him out, cut him like he big
You hear the attitude i say fuck being humble
You act like a animal you stuck in the jungle
Niggas don’t care if i’m poor or rich
So i don’t care about these niggas and the law and shit
And i’ll probably get shot for being a wild nigga
You’ll probably get shot for being a foul nigga
Let’s talk about slugs and the drugs we deal
Boys fight, men kill, get they money and chill
Real recognize real i aint sayin a word
Doin 80 in the m that means i’m stayin in third
With a bitch playin shottie ak in the third

[sheek louch]
Don’t worry bout what i make worry ‘bout can you escape
Cuz when i bust my guns bring more action than roll take
Nickel your hallway, i got aim from far
Y’all can’t see me like the tints on the president’s car
I know niggas don’t like me and my friends wanna flip
That’s why i’m on some extra all about sheek shit
Your money, sheek shit, your bitch, sheek shit
Only thing i’m gonna share is these bullets here
Bitch ass that’s for frontin now don’t say i never gave you nothin
I’m greedy, go head, don’t say i never saved you somethin
Pack gun nigga but don’t want no stack
I drink straight liquor til i forget where i’m at
I don’t play no games nigga, drugs my ‘cupation
In a building hustlin that’s sheek’s play station
Motherfuckers wanna ride by and ice grill
Change that to ice dick, show me motherfucker that you can kill

Hook: styles paniro
17 shots in a clip, 28 grams in an ounce
Everybody bounce, 26 inch hues on a truck
36 o’s in a key, everybody ree
Murder one felons with the glocks, 24 hours on the block
Bodies gettin dropped, 5000 niggas actin live
5000 niggas gotta die, everybody better ride

[jadakiss]
Y’all niggas better find out who’s your man
It don’t work in the hood you could fool your fans
Few bullets in your jeans soon to ruin your plans
Then i show up at the wake and boo-hoo at your fam
If you like me you never’ll fail
Live by the three rules you make it, or be dead or in jail
And i aint really got much but i’m up on cats
And kiss don’t just spit i throw up on tracks
Double r now bitch you see the princess cut
I’m in a 2000 big boy the tense is up
Y’all niggas is soft, catch me with the semi
Underneath the fendi, sweater, skully, and scarf
Make sure you don’t say nothing to jay
And keep your dirt, i don’t smoke nothin but hays
I’ma do this the old way get it while i can get it
As much as i can get then i’ma go my own way

[drag-on]
Ayo i keep my guns like laundry
I dump a load, make niggas fold, watch em die, and let em drip dry
Gon spill pints from niggas, my rapid fire put niggas in black attire
Stuffed in the hearse, then dumped in the dirt
I live eternal, cuz if drag pass away
I’ma come back with wraps on my face, blastin an eighth
February 8th, that’s the day
You better cop like it’s crack, or get masking taped til you suffocate
Bitches, y’all gettin your feelings hurt
2000 i aint fuckin no more, i’m makin bitches jerk til i squirt
All my bitches work, like upside down from the poles
Lift that skirt, give this dick what it’s worth
Double r, see the icicles on the chest
Hungry niggas come snatchin, i throw bullets run catch em
Ruff ryder scene drag the fire
But we could take it swingin them irons til the bangs is flyin

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Ready For War (Letra)

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ft. 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 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]
Y’all motherfuckers is back?!
Y’all motherfuckers don’t know how to act
Y’all motherfuckers attack!!

[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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