Ready For War

Yeah, Real Talk Entertainment

Bizzy the kid, young glory fiend

Star rocker, you know what it is baby

[Hook: Bizzy Bone]

Layzie Layzie whoa

Crystal comin up outta 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 'em like 'dro

Layzie Layzie whoa

Crystal comin up outta 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 'em like 'dro

[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]

Back in the days, hey

What more can I say, you waked

In the thang with a double-barrel sawed-off shotgun

'Fore ya know it, I'm a bust that thang

Smells so good, it overwhelms that stank

How could I hate you, when I say thanks?

I pull away, I roll like tape

Solely approaching, destroy them snakes

Thoughts in the sand and the grain of the mind

Like the ring that's around that Saturn line

Still in my prime, never gon' leave

Not without Eve and a baby on my sleeve

Boom-boom, leave

Put it on Steve

Holla at g's, please be cordial

Enjoy yo drank, enjoy yo food

Say what you more-so, murder that torso

I put a quarter on my brothers and flowers and trees

Enemies good, baby boy breathe

Think to save ya

For the light, yes I believe

Before I leave, take this money in peace

Abraham style, watch that beast

Judas is forgiven, re-livin, now keep it in preach

In this world, you must have you some breast, balls

And have you a couple of brawls, yeah

You know what we gon' do

Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day-day

Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day-day-day

[Hook: Bizzy Bone]

Layzie Layzie whoa

Crystal comin up outta 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 'em like 'dro

Layzie Layzie whoa

Crystal comin up outta 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 'em like 'dro

[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]

I'm the go-to boy for the realistic hip-hop

Motherfuckas know little Lay don't flip-flop

That's why I came back to the tip-top

Everybody else, these niggas gon' drip-drop

Get popped, shit stop, grandpa gets his tick-tocked

Grandfather clock, and y'all just a wrist-watch

Layzie Bone gon'...

Murda, mo' murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, for his spot

Like Eightball & MJG, I'm a lic shots, lic shots

Screamin out "fuck tha police", better tell 'em come get me

Tell 'em this shit hot, nigga this shit hot

I'm a microphone fiend for the green leaves

Like Rhakim and Eric B

Have ya "mind playin tricks", like the Geto Boys

Damn right, y'all better be scared of me

Nobody can rap, quite like I can

Take a Muslim by a man and put his face in the sand

I'm the last mafioso on the MC copper

Make you say "Yo Layzie, don't pull the glock! "

From the coupe to the watch, y'all don't see me

I went to commercial, break to pay these bills

Y'all thought I wasn't keepin it real

Like you PMD, you gots to chill

Feel where I'm comin from

Beat to a different drum

Everybody askin "Where the hell they get their rhythm from? "

I'm a tell you, go and get'chu some

Or get greeted with the hollow-point dum-dums

Dumb-dumb, come one, come all

Now can you feeel meee?

The best there is, the best there was

And the best there wiiilll beee

[Hook: Bizzy Bone]

Layzie Layzie whoa

Crystal comin up outta 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 'em like 'dro

Layzie Layzie whoa

Crystal comin up outta 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 'em like 'dro

[Verse 3: Bizzy Bone]

Introducing the gangsta-gangsta-gangsta

Baby we whistle my melody softly, hah

Lifted up, and I'm feelin lofty

Me Crispy Creme, with no caffeine

So you can keep your coffee

I likes my sticky-icky crystal clear with some chocolate toffee, c'mon!

I put the "Money in a Zip-Lock Bag"

Tell the lady look over the contract

Gotta go, gotta mash

Get with me, and that's that

Another show, finna get more cash

I'm finna roll out fast

A wheel spinnin in the beginning

The women gettin in an elite, the fleet

The shit, I'm drift, can't see 'em, get 'em

Move me down, they wanna slow me down

They can't show me down, now slow down

Whoa now, whoa now

In the shade, low down, go up

What'chu think that I'm a tell you go down, grow up

Enemies come and get grown down, thrown down, torn down, thrown down

Take that bitch, get another one, pronto

It's just that man in us

And ain't know which to find

Now who the leader with a nine millimeter

And a dime and a grand to touch

Now Christ, who's everything around me

Heey, that's who found me

Give me a pound b, that purple haze

I'm on an air plane, air line ticket, and I'm still a little dazed

Rat race, no snitch, no games, no lames, no shame, no fame, still thug

Love me or just hate us, don't frame us, and that's what's up

[Hook: Bizzy Bone]

Layzie Layzie whoa

Crystal comin up outta 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 'em like 'dro

Layzie Layzie whoa

Crystal comin up outta 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 'em like 'dro