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Bone Brothers Ready For War

Everyday it's the same and I gotta mine to the grind My mental be stressed on my pistol My only utensil for cheddar, it's on the level war Whatever my

bad to the bone, with a style like Al Capone I'ma smile while I give you the dial tone Eatin shrimp and girls I be pimpin Walk like I'm limpin, this brother

baseball spliffs Back seat with my leg all stiff Push the fuckin' seat up, tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks Rocks is lit while I'm poppin' the clips I'm ready for war

ready for a brief devastation Forty clicks up the creek, if I hear a squeek The nigga Gate Keep never ever retreats Brooklyn street perpendicular We order for manslaughter is vehicular Terrified flashbacks, gaspin' for

em up (Cenz.) suckin bum bums/ Chris Stokes, better get em for I get one and put your money where your mouth is, or be ready for war/ Get kicked with

Bizzy: hey its the martin n malcom in the vibe and in the Q we ebony ivory brothers the others the indian gentleman n business executives swing on a

Intro: [Raekwon] One for you, one for me Two for you, one-two for me Three for you... [Ghostface] What? I'll smack fuck out ya Smack fire out your fuckin

shut down Shut down, shut down Tear it up, tear it up, tear it up You ready for war You ready for war You ready for war You ready for war You ready for war

You wanna get with the brothers, that's the illest The microphone have sex with my lyrics Hit shit off, first move is doggy style No premature ejaculation, last for