Busta Rhymes
Tri-lateral commission
BerkowitzFizzy Wo Bust-Down
(AiYAHHHHHHHHH!)

Chorus: Busta Rhymes + M.O.P.

Everytime I take a lookthe only thing I see is
MY LIVE NIGGAZ IN THE SPOT
Tell me what y all want
GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT
Y all niggaz ready to do it
LET S BLOW THE MOTHERFUCKIN SPOT
All my niggaz
ATTENTION.. (LOUD AND CLEAR)
WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)
GET EM (WHEN WE SPOT EM) HIT EM (KID WE GOT EM)
WHERE MY NIGGAZ READY FOR WAR? (WE RIGHT HERE!)

Billy Danze
I got reason to believesome of you niggaz feel
the man isn t live and direct (GET AT EM BILL!)
LONGbreathe easy popthis is Hip-Hop
in the HARM WAYwe do it the war wayall day
I never procrastinate (you shouldn t)
I m from where the war games fascinate (you couldn t)
You wouldn t believe what they ve been tellin me
The perfect match is jail and me
cause I was born with a felony (uh uh uh)
Fuck that! How this shit look
when a nigga stretched outwith his chest out
and a mess out in BrooklynHI-YAHHHHHH

Busta Rhymes
Y all motherfuckers is back?!
Y all motherfuckers don t know how to act
Y all motherfuckers attack!!

Billy Danze
And those motherfuckers are wackI travelled a rocky road
Swift to the Flipmodequick grip for the unload
Father forgive me for my sins
but I ma raise hell to the bitter end - I m a soldier!

Chorus

Lil Fame
Fuck the bullshit! I kick a bone out yo ass
Hardrock nigga?! I kick a stone out yo ass!
Warningto all thosecaps get peeled
quicker than e-mail to your ass sayinKill kill kill!
Curb chasinstraight lacinwith a Mac-10 blazin
Split yo ass up like a Temptation
You cats is animated cartoons (WHO YOU?)
The return of Goodfellas Part Two
BITCH throw your fuckin guns upput your fuckin hands down
HOT FLAMES UPbuck you with(BUSTA BUST DOWN)
We sneak the guns right iny all keep tryin
and I ma check all pussies like a G-Y-N
Open up your can of "Whoop Ass"; I ll open up
a fresh can of "I ll Fuck Yo Ass Up Quick Fast"
FlipmodeM.O.P. Fizzy Wo-mackWo-mack
Y all know who the fuck I am!

Chorus

Busta Rhymes
Aiyyo yo-yuh-yoand now I hear no one
(you) would let less than a motherfucker fear no one
None of y all niggaz don t really wanna fuck with the dread
The street brawler stomp your face into the back of yo head
C mon nowI m quick to roast fry boil and even toast a guy
Multiply the ghosts like the world s greatest coke supply
Shit changedyou sellin WEED over the damn computer
Introduce the millenium STOMP nigga for the future
I be that prime honorary nigga
that ll voluntarily blast the lastTom & Jerry ass nigga
And write raps to the sound of these gats
Perhaps my raps will paralyze a bitch-ass and make him collapse
Yosee they be quick to bust they fashion of a calico
My niggaz Berkowitz and that other motherfucker Fizzy Wo
Mashin through the city yoand the foot it don t lie
Ready to blow this bitch up at the drop of a dime

Chorus

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