War Zone

[Busta R.] Flipmode, Boot Camp, alliance official<br>[Buckshot] Shit hit your chest like sess<br>[Busta R.] Each and every time<br>(Whattup nigga?) Yeah whattup nigga?<br>(Y`all niggaz chillin?) The Sun don`t chill nigga<br>[Buckshot] Hate y`all little niggaz<br>Listen to this right here motherfucker what?<br>[Buckshot] Knahmsayin, shit be kinda close<br>Hittin you up with some real shit, feel this nigga<br><br>[Buckshot]<br>Buck spread love like the Pope, but I never spread false hope<br>I bring the bomb squad close, rock you with a dose <br>of TNT, niggaz ain`t believe in me?<br>I`m comin back for all them niggaz who be thievin me<br>I`m incredible, also edible<br>Rock it in the stage show, see me in the interview<br>Wanna be worldwide, but you can`t fuck with I<br>You try, you die; don`t deny the fact that you got your back <br>blown by binoculars, the way I`m rockin ya <br>and drop-toppin ya, dough low go for dolo in Cali<br>All my Outlawz form a rally and we _Bomb First_ nigga<br>Pull the trigga, see what happen if you hestitate<br>and cut yoour blood supply short<br>The bloodsport, the motherfuckin onslaught<br><br>[CHORUS] -> Busta Rhymes<br>Yo, now in the onslaught, y`all niggaz got caught<br>Now we can run a full court all in a bloodsport<br>And while we hold the fort, cut ya like live shorts<br>Feel the pressure burn a nigga like a Newport!<br><br>[Buckshot]<br>Comin for you<br>I used to sit back, and let a lot of shit<br>get to my head, wanted to dead a lot of shit<br>A lot of fake niggaz, frontin in the game with<br>a little record deal but still drive the same whip<br>Damn shame ain`t it? The vision that they show you<br>in they videos`ll make you think them niggaz moved out the ghetto<br>Oh? Don`t get me wrong, I ain`t tryin to stay<br>But shit, at the same time I ain`t tryin to run away<br>A lot of family is left behind<br>A lot of my niggaz is left to grind, some still do crime<br>Some do time, but, no matter what<br>None of my niggaz keep an empty shell inside the nine<br>Cockback, fuckin up the Evil Dee track and make the mind react<br>Smoke a phat one listen to Buck and get black<br>As a matter of fact<br>Even if you don`t smoke you can feel the contact<br><br>[CHORUS]<br><br>[Buckshot]<br>Comin for you<br>Jump through the window to your rescue I guess you<br>heard the rest do, all that rap shit but in fact it<br>sounded kinda good until I let you hear this phat shit<br>You lack shit, nigga track this<br>Record this, oh my lord this is the warnin sign for y`all<br>B.D. wann ball; is you feelin me? Let me know somethin<br>And if you see me lookin sober, let me smoke somethin<br>Pump it up like D, film me like Spike Lee<br>Bodycount like Ice-T, do it nicely<br>Nice to see, that nigga Buck..shot .. rappin<br>Fuck it, I`ma make it happen<br>All my niggaz stick to gunclappin, don`t change<br>From my street niggaz up to my nigga Starang<br>Bang bang nigga, can you hang, nigga?<br>It`s your fault you got caught in the rain, nigga<br><br>[CHORUS]