fight to await the war Whilst all our fists break down the door Break down the door Break down the door Are you ready for war? Are you ready for war
fight to await the war Whilst all our fists break down the door Break down the door Break down the door Are you ready for war? Are you ready for war?
fuck me twice Boy shut for the apostles, givin' the Gospel was the wings Spread 'em open, takin' flight, nigga shot at Bizzy the Kid's ready for combat
I'll leave them playing for my wife Kick back have a laugh while you complainin' 'bout your life "Grrr" you hate Mac and you say you gonna fight? It's all good bro, you entertainment for
early light I shine brighter than the stars in the night And 'bout ready for a fight Come noon, I've consumed enough juice To cut loose and throw a mic
world's your spot lit stage I'm just another extra in your play - the fool (Turn on, tune in) I'm ready for your drama (Tape up, weigh in) You're throwing
; Let me get a little throwed off some good skunk. Bitch, didn't you know who the fuck I was, Off in the street, lookin' for the good stuff? Bitch, I
for the imperial blitz, serious shit Submit, subject to the wreck wartone, and thought poems Liver than WWF Warzone Walk upon ? tracks, bodies collapse Rap for
t throw it away It's a mad mad world we've been living everyday What you gone to say all man say I'm a fuck up Living don't throw it away Claving est
Regime nigga! Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out the Regime up in this bit*h! Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out first nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out. Throw
there I'd be a true sucker if I acted like I didn't care I rap for brothers just like myself Dazed by the game in a quest for extreme wealth But I kick
' And we all stunners with lil' money but still hungry True story, once threw a nigga from a two storey Asked for my paper, said, "There's nothin' he can do for
cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock I'm goin for the kill
m rockin the spot And dead men, swan gotti, young gun for fun See ya hungry gettin none, 'cause my nine weigh a ton When I bust, better run, or catch a war
Expect us all to wait The world ain't ready for us yet So lets make Clinton pay (Haha) They never wanted us to make it Everything that we posses We had to fight
but thugsta music man. We doing our thang Mighty mighty Mo Thug bringing the pain. Soldiers, marching, all prepared for war. We're all ready to go now
like that, throw your hands up I know you like that, throw your hands up Chaotic situations got a bitch stressin', holdin' the guns Dumpin' on these trick niggaz 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
