Lyrics:
every single action
cnd it still didn't matter all
Prepare for the fall
Prepare day that I'll be balling like John Wall
Brace before dial tone I'm never
it ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp
And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp
So watch your back and prepare for the hitman
Life
outlaw
For torturing and murdering MCs
Who try to recreate def rhymes like these
On stage I'm a terror
Mascarra don't smear-a
Stockings don't run,
Here I go again ready to flow again
Better hold my mic don't blow again
Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical can't keep
Should be filled with joy and good cheer
CHORUS
So gather your loved ones, don’t miss a one
prepare to sing carols and have lots of fun
share hugs
the scent of the hunt on the wind
We arrive in profusion
We fight amongst ourselves and prepare for the night
In a drunken confusion
Consider yourself
the streets I don't need no deal
And I miss my nigga Croshawn he go hard
Shoutsout to John-John he taught me how to shoot that ball
And Angelo that my nigga
to start wars
Know how to scar yours in a fist fight
Cause toughness is our floor
Warriors that bar nor
But this one is far tore up on this night
Some
Time is coming to an end.
Prepare for the worst to come.
You arise, but your life has run dry.
Show me the answers I've been looking for.
Where did
Cupid
Until they got love for my music
Star Wars, I'm Han Solo, with three egos
And three charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
This is
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
Cupid
Until they got love for my music
Star Wars, I'm Han Solo, with three egos
And three charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
This is
fare
No option
For a truce in here
Death in the form
Of fear
Now your scare
Its time for the war
I declare
Lucid nightmare
No I don't care
Stick in
like a hunter
That spirit sparkling four young souls
Preparing us for war
Life's got big plans for us I'm sure
She's unlocking all the doors
Known by
They drummin’ to war (Ugh) lock and load the artillery
See, they drummin’ to war (Yeah) like we voted for Hillary (What)
Man, they drummin’ to war
mission
Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
Try to get mo' so my s*** don't flock
I lick off shots for everything they owe me
And when it's my
it's bad for my health
But I don't give a fuck 'cause
I'm a match for myself
I stay fuckin' with y'all
I stay fuckin' with y'all
A lot of people say it's
want to move swift, but don't blow like John Gotty
I'm something to watch, like the paparazzi
Hard to copy, shock waves can't stop me
Got
mission
Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
Try to get mo' so my shit don't flock
I lick off shots for everything they owe me
And when it's my
company keeps
Peace and dwell there never come, the willing of piece is to prepare for war
Memory, erase outburst, your doom is this fiery gulf
Touch it
that's irrelavent
Chorus(x2):
[styles]
If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
[dmx]
Niggaz done started somethin
[styles]
You can lay in
Time is here - I prepare myself for a war
Against the morbid darkness by a mental ressurection
Another kind of daze awakes
In the form of rage and wrath
this war
So please don't forget what this is for
Cause that's how our history is made
Security cop with their hands in the air
The lock on the gate
survive, at war with the warrior
Hot with the rhyme.. pennies
Turn the heat up, and bend me
Prepare for the next milleni'
I can't sleep, I'm in the shit knee
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