[Busta Rhymes] Tri-lateral commission Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo', Bust-Down (AiYAHHHHHHHHH!) Chorus: Busta Rhymes + M.O.P. Everytime I take a look, the
(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? (
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
: {Busta Rhymes} Tri-lateral commission Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo', Bust-Down (AiYAHHHHHHHHH!) {Chorus: Busta Rhymes + M.O.P.} Everytime I take a look, the
a nigga mistake me for herb Get buried over words, I’m loose wit the dessy bird I can show ready or tell, y’all niggas heard [busta rhymes] Now gitty
(busta rhymes) Yaaaaaaa-7 seconds Yo yo yo 25x (busta rhymes) I think I’m about to black out I blow your fucking whick out Niggaz who taught they catching
[Busta Rhymes] Yeah, yeah, yeah The Anarchy, Busta Rhymes shit c'mon! Chorus: Busta Rhymes Ready for Busta Rhymes He's the one we've all, been waiting
[busta rhymes] Uhh, uhh, uhh-uhh, ahh Ahh, ahh, ahh-ahh Do the bus-a-bus Yea, yea Do the bus-a-bus Do the bus-a-bus Do the bus-a-bus, ahh, ahh-ahh Ahh
all my blood be traveling through Somebody gotta die, settle the score Because it's me or this nigga, I'm fighting to the death, I'm ready for WAR (
war a quarter to cutthroat is the new school law. You better be in by sundown. Sending death threats from miles around. Busta bust down with the surround sound. Tic tac tic. ready
'm ready to bomb, bomb, bomb I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott Body rott, body rott Nigga the war shouldn't stop
won't bomb back at ya, thinkin' I'm a rapper-actor. Think I won't blast 'em? Shit: I'm always ready to bomb back on bustas. I got my gun, so test me
for more To see the niggas that can't pay rush the door Wildin on the dance floor when they song come on Swinging they fists Ready for war but its a
New York, they ain't ready for it A T L, they ain't ready for it Oh, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it Whoa, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it My ladies
your soul like a Holy touch The tat on my arm's like the rhymes I write 'cuz Armageaddon rivals life Give my hype I might bust it tonight Somebody call the cops For
shit, nine-eight beyotch Say what, say what? Uh huh, uh huh, follow me beyotch (Nigga what, nigga who?) Can't fuck with me (Nigga what, nigga who?) They ain't ready
and MC?s and Gold rings and Nikes We roll deep for the money, we don?t want no technicalities It seems to be love and war and hate and life Harsh life
