Testi:
Bone Brothers Ready For War

that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Whoa, Crystal comin up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke

done, i done came, conquered my insanity, The man in me evolves to my vanity, All black Tee, Philly fitted with a black P, Niggas ain't ready for war

kill Still the fact remains You ain't got no heart you ain't got no brain Bust a nigga your lame What murder to get a name I go to war for 2 thangs My

City full with nothing but stressed cats that wanna test that flame of yours, but not ready when we aim, the war's absolute retaliation against all for

baseball spliffs Back seat with my leg all stiff Push the fuckin' seat up, tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks Rocks is lit while I'm poppin' the clips I'm ready for war

Bitches spit and cum on each others clits for kicks Cocaine tits degenerates smother ya shit Another day in paradise, surrounded by bloodsuckers and parasites Gettin' in shoot outs for

m bad to the bone, with a style like Al Capone I'ma smile while I give you the dial tone Eatin shrimp and girls I be pimpin Walk like I'm limpin, this brother

van You coming or what, man? [K-Rino] So we ran to a shack Ten brothas broke us down with a sneak attack For trying to fight them off I felt a bone of

don't dare dare me, and don't compare me to him when you hear me. Talk about a battle but you ain't yet ready for war. Your metaphor sucks more than