-Intro-Bizzy-
Give me another vocal. Yeah. Live and direct from the battle station. Live and direct from the battle station, baby. Uh. Let's get this money, homeboy. [Buck it, buck it] C'mon.
Bizzy Bone
And whether I'm right or wrong, slightly still tipsy, gypsies in t**an songs/ Singin' The King, the prince of theives ease the eifel home/ Nazareth, that's where my daddy only appeared, no Lazarus/ Follow that word; Word up, let's bring him home/ Mary mother weepin'/ teach me how to cook, I'm drivin' gone/ Put a little twist all up in it, I did it they probably wrong/ Quicker to pick up the paper, none can escape us, face us, hate us, huh? Oh dearly departed, I shot it, don't give me no Judas' word/ Judas what? Brew this what? Moved in the cut and buck 'em, bring 'em back/ Malik, remember "Mel Shezle Deek" the vengenance, black/ Walk in the party blind folded, hold up, never know when he gon' snap/ (?) and wait/Tell 'em how that baptist act/ Fire beneath and inbetween, ween me off the harlot, Cuz/ I don't want menagatrois/ I don't want to suck no blood/ I don't want to f*** my love/ f*****' just like a virgin/ 30 inch rims on Excursion, the dirtiest rim, I'm still submergin'
-Chorus-Bizzy-
Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am (Buck it, buck it)
Bizzy Bone
Livin' deep in the shadows, the gully's and gallows/ The lake is shallow, put a halo on them human beings/ No demons, no gallie-o/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Harmony, melody, tellin' me for, sellin' me for, smellin' me for/ And they don't know that you gon' go/ You gonna know, forbidden the fruit of the tree/ We gonna tell 'em please/ Best watch your back, 18th is in the place to be/ Rock with that, dance and pop lockin' all the way back to earth and back/ Workin' hard up in the yard, praise The Lord and light the match/ Spinderella, you can scratch/ Yep, the baby's gonna attack/ Little fellas, fellas in prison praying to Michaels' a**/ God first, a little pizaz/ Aramaic, we on that/ Sarah bakin' cakes in the darkness of glories sugar shack/ One woman in the covenenant, yup, yup/ Legal and regal, yeah, last but not least, duckin the beat and feastin on the mask/ Snakes they gonna get swallowed with thoughts, it's sort of like Moses' style/ Nobody can hold us back, the promise land, he showed us that
-Chorus-Bizzy-
Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am (Buck it, buck it)
-Hook-Bizzy-
Hop out the door, ready for war/ Harmony, melody, tellin' me for, sellin' me for, smellin' me for/ And they don't know that you gon' go (Yeah, I known I am)
-Chorus-Bizzy-
Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am (Buck it, buck it)
Give me another vocal. Yeah. Live and direct from the battle station. Live and direct from the battle station, baby. Uh. Let's get this money, homeboy. [Buck it, buck it] C'mon.
Bizzy Bone
And whether I'm right or wrong, slightly still tipsy, gypsies in t**an songs/ Singin' The King, the prince of theives ease the eifel home/ Nazareth, that's where my daddy only appeared, no Lazarus/ Follow that word; Word up, let's bring him home/ Mary mother weepin'/ teach me how to cook, I'm drivin' gone/ Put a little twist all up in it, I did it they probably wrong/ Quicker to pick up the paper, none can escape us, face us, hate us, huh? Oh dearly departed, I shot it, don't give me no Judas' word/ Judas what? Brew this what? Moved in the cut and buck 'em, bring 'em back/ Malik, remember "Mel Shezle Deek" the vengenance, black/ Walk in the party blind folded, hold up, never know when he gon' snap/ (?) and wait/Tell 'em how that baptist act/ Fire beneath and inbetween, ween me off the harlot, Cuz/ I don't want menagatrois/ I don't want to suck no blood/ I don't want to f*** my love/ f*****' just like a virgin/ 30 inch rims on Excursion, the dirtiest rim, I'm still submergin'
-Chorus-Bizzy-
Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am (Buck it, buck it)
Bizzy Bone
Livin' deep in the shadows, the gully's and gallows/ The lake is shallow, put a halo on them human beings/ No demons, no gallie-o/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Harmony, melody, tellin' me for, sellin' me for, smellin' me for/ And they don't know that you gon' go/ You gonna know, forbidden the fruit of the tree/ We gonna tell 'em please/ Best watch your back, 18th is in the place to be/ Rock with that, dance and pop lockin' all the way back to earth and back/ Workin' hard up in the yard, praise The Lord and light the match/ Spinderella, you can scratch/ Yep, the baby's gonna attack/ Little fellas, fellas in prison praying to Michaels' a**/ God first, a little pizaz/ Aramaic, we on that/ Sarah bakin' cakes in the darkness of glories sugar shack/ One woman in the covenenant, yup, yup/ Legal and regal, yeah, last but not least, duckin the beat and feastin on the mask/ Snakes they gonna get swallowed with thoughts, it's sort of like Moses' style/ Nobody can hold us back, the promise land, he showed us that
-Chorus-Bizzy-
Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am (Buck it, buck it)
-Hook-Bizzy-
Hop out the door, ready for war/ Harmony, melody, tellin' me for, sellin' me for, smellin' me for/ And they don't know that you gon' go (Yeah, I known I am)
-Chorus-Bizzy-
Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am/ Hop out the door, ready for war/ Yeah, I know I am (Buck it, buck it)