Nhạc sĩ: Alvin Joiner, Anthony Wheaton | Lời: Alvin Joiner, Anthony Wheaton
Lời đăng bởi: fenghui.liu
You better get ready for the war It's self-restraint, so many hatin' Somebody gon' make me break the law But I ain't waitin', it's no escapin' You better get ready for the war The shotgun fanatic, you right back at it You get mopped and dropped like a filthy habit Snatch and *** it, got you hopin' I fail Cause if I fail, you be happy like a faggot in jail I'm full retail, guaranteed to sell In my jet black McLaren with my mademoiselle I'm strong-armed, steady, you fragile and frail You think you ready for them steady niggas? I can't tell *** sales, so *** you all We gettin' a bubbling ball, you gettin' shut down Soon as I touch down, bust rounds, enemy slayed and cut down Fully automatic, spittin' rounds with no sound Break down your whole regime like an M16 Make sure the chamber in the barrel is clean And the spring that's connected to the firing pin That's connected to the trigger, when I squeeze it again, begin I'm on top of the world, the best of the best King, California, LAX Off the hood in a penthouse from the projects One man, one gun, how the West was won You better get ready for the war It's self-restraint, so many hatin' Somebody gon' make me break the law But I ain't waitin', it's no escapin' You better get ready for the war It's self-restraint, so many hatin' Somebody gon' make me break the law But I ain't waitin', it's no escapin' You better get ready for the war Hit like a heavyweight, breathe deep, meditate Make the whole crowd get loud, make them levitate I ride through my city like a presidential candidate LAX, Phantom, double R and accelerate Stack, build, elevate, crash to the prison gate Generation hate, appetite to eliminate X-Men don't spit rhymes, I vitilate Traffic contraband, care fed through the interstate Got a sick flow, didn't know, let me demonstrate Renovate the game, new nigga that you love to hate The left hand lands and the right hand devastates Half-brother, your face replaced with a metal plate Irate, get snatched to a better place Let the D-Tex decorate with the yellow tape Detonate, drop bombs, make the earth shake In Brazil with a half-mill in a briefcase No time for the world, the best of the best King, California, LAX, I feel hood In a penthouse from the projects One man, one gun, how the West was once It's self-restraintin', so many hatin' Somebody gon' make me break the law But I ain't waitin', it's no escapin' You better get ready for the war It's self-restraintin', so many hatin' Somebody gon' make me break the law But I ain't waitin', it's no escapin' You better get ready for the war You better get ready for the war Keep listenin' on Smash Hits