Artist/Band:
Bone Thugs N Harmony
Lyrics for Song: Ready 4 War
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Bone Thugs N Harmony
Maje$ty:
Ridin' with death.
Layzie:
We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.
Bizzy:
I'm ready for war.
Layzie:
My nigga now, Maje$ty, 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 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 ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin'
with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what? Bone niggas fin 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. 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.
Bizzy:
I'm ready for war.
Maje$ty:
Ridin' with death.
Layzie:
We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.
Bizzy:
I'm a relent and infuriated that you hated and the pap pap, can't fade it, we
stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply
dreamin' about this dream, and my dad told me he was (?), dropped to the
floor, (...?...) woman, wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin'
around, and blastin', better buck 'em, fuck 'em, then came back, them
fools didn't like that I was ready for more. Is that all you got? Heard the
Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke
and snatchin' purses, (you were vicinity, now told me) bitch clonin' little
Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no
subliminal. Hey, when a regime in fatigues be ready to bleed even when
they sleep, then catch me, cops. He must have seen. Then, gonna catch
your ass next weekend.
Bizzy:
I'm ready for war.
Maje$ty:
Ridin' with death.
Layzie:
We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.
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. Mark-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:
Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm outta this, live of a lifetime. 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 bloody red, and you
shoot the spot and got gone, 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, we'll have to show.
Bizzy:
When the ghetto need me, I'll be waited 'til the scripture pinch ya, little
Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Henessey, (...?...)
zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with 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 with guns,
I'll serve you hoes. When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get
killed, I'm a get your soul.
Krayzie:
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 inside me. But
I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs.
All 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 there 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. I'll attest for the murder. Real shit--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 confrontations, still blasted, 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 haters run up.
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