Songtext Ready 4 war Bizzy Bone

Ready 4 war

Ridin' with death.
We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.
I'm ready for war.
My nigga now, Maje, these niggas is after me, murder redrum,
redrum, redrum.
You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation,
yeah, you the
next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop.
Pop, pop, put
'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott. Top closin' down
onyour
caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy,
puttin' inwork
since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in
ahearse, see and
I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of
myslugs, f**kin'
with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what? Bone
niggasfin to
do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily
tortures, of course,
I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the
Newport. Yourghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch,
and hityou
with levels beyond your control. My mama never raised no
punksor
hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for
dough. I know
y'all muthaf**kas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to
hide, makin'
muthaf**kas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the
twist, Ibe down to
ride, yeah.
I'm ready for war.
Ridin' with death.
We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.
I'm a relent and infuriated that you hated and the pap pap,
can'tfade it, we
stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck,
getshakin', deeply
dreamin' about this dream, and my dad told me he was (?),
droppedto the
floor, (...?...) woman, wicked, it was written, I'll be
runnin'while turnin'
around, and blastin', better buck 'em, f**k 'em, then came
back, them
fools didn't like that I was ready for more. Is that all
yougot? Heard the
Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents,
said Ismoke
and snatchin' purses, (you were vicinity, now told me)
bitchclonin' little
Eazy's niggas, so f**k you, you weren't original, mono y
monoain't no
subliminal. Hey, when a regime in fatigues be ready to
bleedeven when
they sleep, then catch me, cops. He must have seen. Then,
gonnacatch
your ass next weekend.
I'm ready for war.
Ridin' with death.
We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.
My mental seduction run your whole sound suction. Abduction
oflyrics
is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense,
fourgenerics lost in a
prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.
Mark-ass copycat,
incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite
shitlike
microchips. I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the
bottom, when
your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.
Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm outta this, live of
alifetime. The
shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin'
dead. All I
really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed
bloodyred, and you
shoot the spot and got gone, f**kin' with the mastermind of
alltime. Let
a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way
'til1999--criminal
minded. Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone,
butcan't see
me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every
movea
nigga makin' on T.V. Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is,
#1better check
the score. Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when
I'mready
for you hoes, we'll have to show.
When the ghetto need me, I'll be waited 'til the scripture
pinchya, little
Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the
Henessey,(...?...)
zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal
withautomatic, let
you have it, you don't want to see any evil. Muthaf**ka,
I'lltake it to the
people, then I will meet you at the funeral. Get 'em up.
BizzyMafioso.
No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with
withguns,
I'll serve you hoes. When they call, niggas hit the road
andwhen they get
killed, I'm a get your soul.
You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.
Yes, they want
to give me bloody body--buck, pumpin' a couple of slugs
insideme. But
I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin'
themthangs.
All you gets none. Static's automatic fun, want some? Come,
come,
come, execution, redrum,-rum. See what you see in
myeyes--murder,
murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die. No
onewas able
to find them, 'cause there bodies went up in a fire. f**k
theyfamily, 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
upquick
in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet
thatyou bent
it. We sent it. I'll attest for the murder. Real
shit--wedealt it. You
thought you was flippin', you got KO'd. Ring-a-ling-a-ling,
getthat ass
up outta there. The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it,
kicked a
couple a niggas asses, gotta take confrontations, still
blasted, locked in
the state penetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make
yourmoney
baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you
ride, and you
get high, don't let haters run up.