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?
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
when Jesus lift up, Lion of Judah looking for Lucifer to rip him up, Dispatching angels to my side ride for the truth, Drive-bys on hell gates screaming
I'll be fine brother My mind hovers above all you jive suckers Listen, that's word to my mother You throw a shot at me I'm throwing a shot back Your's
, I'm ready!" Our weapons shred their flesh and severed limbs shall fall. A glorious sight to my eyes. The weaklings scream and their women cry for mercy. Fight
' money and you have no courage Introducin', the one who gets you bugged like a loosie Same height, same weight, same fight skills like Bruce Lee Try me, ready for
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
you can stand by me 'Cuz I, hold you down like dead weight now But wait, weight is weight, we about to skate now So how many, nah better yet, whose ready If you ready
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 don
some room, nigga back up, back up No limit soldiers bout to act up, act up x2 (big ed) Ha, ha were my mother fuckin soldiers, it's time for war (attention
