Trojan, nigga poison Attack, ready for combat, listen all black Wit my knapsack where benji be at In this industry, fuck nah, never rock for free Watch
I'm not lyin You gotta catch me on the night, when I be fryin you can ask the Ave. for the Fulton Street mob There's no time for fun, I just do my job
the bottom Holdin it wit a smile to throw it into the crowd Kaplow, its bigger than George Bush and Osama Or if we ready for a black president named
start the final countdown There's nowhere left for us to go 4-3-2-1 ignition It's ready to explode I gotta find a way I watch Israelis fight the Palestinians
back on the wall Ready to fall, no mercy when we cut off your balls Can you picture bein' food for the worms, gaspin' for air? You learned the hard way
when Jesus lift up, Lion of Judah looking for Lucifer to rip him up,Dispatching angels to my side ride for the truth, Drive-byes on hell gates screaming
Waitin' for the brother Who comes off soft when The real fuckin' shit goes down Take a look around all them pussies can be found they talk a mean fight But fight
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
on God's watch So if you see me pulled over with the car parked (Uh) I'm just getting ready for the hard part (Uh) Uh I'm getting ready for the hard
get lifted, high as a kite You can't fuck wit the rhymes I write So you write, tonight's the night I'm ready to fight, it's on and it's war I turn, I
throw your hands up I know you like that, throw your hands up [Verse 4: LaReece] Chaotic situations got a bitch stressin, holdin the guns Dumpin on these trick niggaz for
for money and status, our bitches the baddest Got fiends feeding their habits, D's looking at us through cameras New York New York Soldiers stay ready for war
my motherfucking boys in the club tonight We don't give a fuck if we gotta run the fucking fight [Master P] Represent, get 'em up, throw 'em up, get '
tell he was pissed from the way he spoke He changes tone he sounded hurt Dad was in and out of bird Mick and Richard had to learn to ruck for themselves Must have been love for
see if it's worth to war We did the street life yall niggas just got involved My appetite for guns is similar to carnivores Dislike me you head on, fight
ready for war now Let me hear your battle cry I'm ready for war now Let me hear marchin, look I'm ready for war now Let me hear your (gun cocks) cuz I
I turn on the mic I'm the spritz that has to "Chsssss" when you open your Sprite No fight no war no brawl y'all ain't ready When they see me their eyes
white, life is black, and this shit is trapped [Chorus] {*beatboxing*} Y'all been rockin fatigues for years right? Y'all ready to war?! [Chorus] [