[Intro: Bizzy] Give me another vocal, yeah, yeah Live and direct from the battle station (Live and direct from the battle station baby) Uhh (let's get this money boy!) {Buck it, buck it} C'mon
[Bizzy Bone] And whether I'm right or wrong, slightly still tipsy, gypsies in titan songs Singin the King, the prince of theives ease the Eiffel 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 Brew this what? Moved in the cut and buck 'em and bring 'em back Malik, remember {?}, the vengeance black Walk in the party blindfolded, hold up, never know when he gon' snap Stone him up and then wait, tell 'em how that Baptist act Fire beneath and in between, ween me off the harlot, cuz I don't want mnage--trois, I don't wanna suck no blood I don't wanna fuck my love, fuckin just like a virgin 30-inch rims on Excursion, the dirtiest rim, I'm still submergin
[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone] Hop out the door, ready for war - yeah, I know I owe Hop out the door, ready for war - yeah, I know I owe Hop out the door, ready for war - yeah, I know I owe Hop out the door, ready for war - yeah, I know I owe {buck it, buck it}
[Bizzy Bone] Livin deep in the shadows, the gullies 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 fo' Sellin me fo', smellin me fo', and they don't know that you gon' go You gonna know, forbidden the fruit of the tree of the diety, tell 'em please Best watch your back, 18th is in the place to be Rock with that, dance and pop-lockin all the way 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 prayin to Michael's ass God first, a little pizzazz, Aramaic, we on that Sarah bakin cakes in the darkness of Glory's sugar shack One woman in the covenenant, yup yup, legal and regal yeah Last but not least, duckin the beast 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 Bone] Hop out the door, ready for war, harmony melody, tellin me fo' Sellin me fo', smellin me fo', and they don't know that you gon' go Hop out the door, ready for war, harmony melody, tellin me fo' Sellin me fo', smellin me fo', and they don't know that you gon' go Hop out the door, ready for war, harmony melody, tellin me fo' (yeah, I know I owe) Sellin me fo', smellin me fo', and they don't know that you gon' go (yeah, I know I owe) Hop out the door, ready for war, harmony melody, tellin me fo' (yeah, I know I owe) Sellin me fo', smellin me fo', and they don't know that you gon' go (yeah, I know I owe)
