Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: The Art Of War: WWI: Ready 4 War
Chorus: Bizzy Bone / Layzie Bone / Mr. Maje$ty
Ridin’ with death
We niggas rappin’
But still we actin’ like criminals
I’m ready for war
Layzie Bone
My nigga now Maje$ty
These niggas is after me
Murda 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 on your caskets
Wanna make these bastards think we got mercy
Puttin’ in work since a nigga thirteen
Sendin’ niggas like yourself off in a hearse
See and I won’t hesitate to kill you when I fill you with a couple of my slugs
Fuckin’ with my thugs
And I’m needin’ my love nigga what
Bone niggas finna do a lil’ damage
Take over the planet with my daily tortures of course
I’m that nigga that’s takin’ no shorts
Smokin’ on the Newport
Your ghetto resource
And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch
And hit you with levels beyond your control
My mama never raised no punks or hoes
Just realer niggas comin’ up snatchin’ souls for dough
I know y’all muthafuckas out there somewhere
Ain’t nowhere to hide
Makin’ muthafuckas feel the vibe for life
In the midst of the twist
I be down to ride
Yeah
Chorus: Bizzy Bone / Layzie Bone / Mr. Maje$ty
Ridin’ with death
We niggas rappin’
But still we actin’ like criminals
I’m ready for war
Bizzy Bone
I’m a relent and infuriated that you hate me
And the pap pap can’t fade it
We stay heavily sedated
Comin’ now back up I’ma buck
Get shakin’
Deeply dreamin’ about this dream
When my daddy told me he was comin’
Trapped in the form of a bad omen
It’s wicked it was written
I’ll be runnin’ while turnin’ around
And blastin’ back to buck ’em
Fuck it then came back
Them fools didn’t like that I’m ready for more
Is that all you got
Heard the Mack was talkin’ this and that
About some of my incidents
Said I smoke and snatchin’ purses
You heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin’ little Eazy’s niggas
So fuck you
You weren’t original
Mano a mano ain’t no subliminal
Hey with a regime in fatigues
We ready to bleed even when they sleepin’
Catch me caught me must have seen
Then gonna catch your ass next weekend
Chorus: Bizzy Bone / Layzie Bone / Mr. Maje$ty
Ridin’ with death
We niggas rappin’
But still we actin’ like criminals
I’m ready for war
Mr. Maje$ty
My mental seduction
Run your whole sound suction
Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life
Love and spirits
Capital offense
Four generics lost in a prison
Lieutenant overseein’ the barracks
Checkin’ in
Punk-ass copycat
Incoherence is crucial
Smokin’ hay with conflicts that bite shit like 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
Layzie Bone
Surrounded by violence
My nigga I’m bound to just live a lifetime
The shrink wanna get in my head
‘Cause I’m amongst the walkin’ dead
All I really said
If you niggas don’t fled
You gonna bleed bloody red
And you shoot the spot and got ghosts
Fuckin’ with the mastermind of all time
Let a nigga know we off in our prime
And it be that way ’til 1999
Criminal minded
Niggas been blinded
Lookin’ for a style like Bone
But can’t see me and just like Mike
Everybody wanna be me
Study every move a nigga makin’ on T.V.
Eazy duz it
Do it easy
What it is
#1 better check the score
Here we go
Nigga don’t wanna fight no more
When I’m ready for you hoes
And that’s for sure
Bizzy Bone
When the ghetto need me
I’ll be readin’ to the scripture
Picture Lil’ Ripsta kickin’ get critical
And I’m seldom seen in the Hennessy
Eighty-eight zero
One of my heroes
Jesus blessed me to be lethal
With my automatic
Let you have it
You don’t want to see any evil
Muthafucka I’ll take it to the people
Then I will meet you at the funeral
Get ’em up Bizzy Mafioso
No witness is the usual
Furthermore murda mo
Ready with guns
I’ll serve you hoes
When they call
Niggas hit the road and when they get killed
I’ma get your soul
Krayzie Bone
You thinkin’ I’m slippin’ when niggas is itchin’ to rob me
Yes they want to give me bloody body
By pumpin’ a couple of slugs inside me
But I’ll be damned
We won if it comes to guns
And stackin’ them thangs so you gets none
Static’s automatic fun
Want some
Come come come
Execution redrum-rum
See what you see in my eyes
Murder murder death defied
Burnt alive fried
When they die
No one was able to find them
‘Cause their bodies went up in a fire
Fuck they family
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 up quick in a minute
And within a minute
You already suckas
I bet that you bent it
We sent it
We’ll attest for the murder
We should
We dealt it
You thought you was flippin’
You got KO’d
Ring-a-ling-a-ling
Get that ass up outta there
The undisputed Thugs-N-Harmony proved it
Kicked a couple a niggas asses
Gotta take off and stay still blastin’
Locked in the state penetentary
But dog that ain’t shit
Better make your money baby
And pick up a couple of guns on the side
So when you ride
And you get high
Don’t let them haters run up
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