that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Whoa, Crystal comin up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke
Everyday it's the same and I gotta mine to the grind My mental be stressed on my pistol My only utensil for cheddar, it's on the level war Whatever my
bad to the bone, with a style like Al Capone I'ma smile while I give you the dial tone Eatin shrimp and girls I be pimpin Walk like I'm limpin, this brother
baseball spliffs Back seat with my leg all stiff Push the fuckin' seat up, tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks Rocks is lit while I'm poppin' the clips I'm ready for war
me They got me trapped in this slavery Now I'm lost in this holocaust headin for my grave, G I told Sam, he could fuck the war And got a busted jaw for
ready for a brief devastation Forty clicks up the creek, if I hear a squeek The nigga Gate Keep never ever retreats Brooklyn street perpendicular We order for manslaughter is vehicular Terrified flashbacks, gaspin' for
em up (Cenz.) suckin bum bums/ Chris Stokes, better get em for I get one and put your money where your mouth is, or be ready for war/ Get kicked with
prepare for war chorus: hey thug world the world aint yours thug wo aha ha h orld these last days yah better prepare for war yah better prepare for
Bizzy: hey its the martin n malcom in the vibe and in the Q we ebony ivory brothers the others the indian gentleman n business executives swing on a
full with nothing but stressed cats That wanna test that flame of yours, but not ready When we aim, the war's absolute retaliation against all, all for
Intro: [Raekwon] One for you, one for me Two for you, one-two for me Three for you... [Ghostface] What? I'll smack fuck out ya Smack fire out your fuckin
only way for me to push Bentley?s is ride and bust bullets till the whole clip empty, all these demons slowly trying to temp me, you?ll never make a difference bone
shut down Shut down, shut down Tear it up, tear it up, tear it up You ready for war You ready for war You ready for war You ready for war You ready for war
moment where the real battles just gettin started and I'm my own opponent ready to call it quits but gettin the busy tone I might stop by radio and pull a Bizzy Bone
You wanna get with the brothers, that's the illest The microphone have sex with my lyrics Hit shit off, first move is doggy style No premature ejaculation, last for
