Ready for War - Busta Rhymes, M.O.P.

Every time I take a look, the only thing I see is

My live niggas in the spot

Tell me what y’all want

Give me everything you got

Y’all niggas ready to do it

Let’s blow the motherfuckin' spot

All my niggas

Attention (loud and clear)

Where my niggas ready for war?

(We right here)

Get 'em (when we spot 'em), hit 'em (kid, we got 'em)

Where my niggas ready for war?

(We right here)

I got reason to believe, some of you niggas 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-ya

Y’all motherfuckers is back?

Y’all motherfuckers don’t know how to act

Y’all motherfuckers attack

And those motherfuckers are wack, I traveled 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

Every time I take a look, the only thing I see is

My live niggas in the spot

Tell me what y’all want

Give me everything you got

Y’all niggas ready to do it

Let’s blow the motherfuckin' spot

All my niggas

Attention (loud and clear)

Where my niggas ready for war?

(We right here)

Get 'em (when we spot 'em), hit 'em (kid, we got 'em)

Where my niggas ready for war?

(We right here)

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

Every time I take a look, the only thing I see is

My live niggas in the spot

Tell me what y’all want

Give me everything you got

Y’all niggas ready to do it

Let’s blow the motherfuckin' spot

All my niggas

Attention (loud and clear)

Where my niggas ready for war?

(We right here)

Get 'em (when we spot 'em), hit 'em (kid, we got 'em)

Where my niggas ready for war?

(We right here)

Ayo yo-yuh-yo, and now I hear no one

(You) would let less than a motherfucker fear no one

None of y’all niggas 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 millennium 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 niggas 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

Every time I take a look, the only thing I see is

My live niggas in the spot

Tell me what y’all want

Give me everything you got

Y’all niggas ready to do it

Let’s blow the motherfuckin' spot

All my niggas

Attention (loud and clear)

Where my niggas ready for war?

(We right here)

Get 'em (when we spot 'em), hit 'em (kid, we got 'em)

Where my niggas ready for war?

(We right here)