[Chorus] 

Yeah 

The world ain't yours yeah 

The wor-or-or-or-orld (the wor-or-or-or-old) 

Better prepare for war 

Better prepare for war 

Better prepare for war 

Hey the world (the world) ain't yours 

The wor-or-or-or-orld 

These last days you better prepare for war 

You better prepare for war 

Hey the world (the world) ain't yours 

The wor-or-or-or-orld 

These last days you better prepare for war 

You better prepare for war 



[Verse 1] 

Better prepare, betta be ready for whatever 

Little B still be gettin sturdy and eleventh in the ghetto 

Down in Columbus I stay thuggish ruggish 

Smashin the pedal, throwin up the seven 

On these playa haters, blast the (?) 

Little boy been poppin all the crude oil 

Off in the ghetto we don't know nothin about it 

Cause half of these brothers can't be loyal 

Bitch you be sippin on hennesey, remember me 

But I'm inside the twenty third century 

Givin the best of me 

Evidently this is real, but it don't barely feel 

Let's do the (??), quick 'fore I get killed 

It's just a battle field, it's how it's going down 

I don't wanna be twistin the (?) 

As I come around, better watch your back 

And don't be scared, youngster 

This is the gangster party, and who me Bizzy the thugster 

Call me Kamikaze, I won't even speak about Illuminati 

Welcome to Babylon, hell, I need to speak to Tommy 



[Chorus] 

Hey the world (the world) ain't yours 

The wor-or-or-or-orld 

These last days you better prepare for war 

You better prepare for war 

Hey the world (the world) ain't yours 

The wor-or-or-or-orld 

These last days you better prepare for war 

You better prepare for war 



[Verse 2] 

Gotta get the drink and be thinkin she fin up in the car 

Karlos Shamar Davis, 2-Pac, and Biggie Smalls 

Eric Wright, one of the four fathers of gangster shhh 

He one of the ones that got me in, y'all know what it is 

One time for Left Eye, put your hands up 

My little daughter really a makin me man up 

Oh Lillian, I think I fallen down the steps 'bout a million 

That's the way I'm feelin here 

What about Bone Thugs, if you really wanna know 

Gotta keep it movin, keep it goin, cause I ain't no ho 

Cocked in the streets with them, bustin jack move 

This game is all about business now let this track through 

Slap boxed with the biggest brother and make the big boy fall 

For y'all motherruckers, my foster brother got shot 

In on of his eyes, I guess Jehovah ain't want Tracky to die 

Come on 



[Chorus] 

Hey the world (the world) ain't yours 

The wor-or-or-or-orld 

These last days you better prepare for war 

You better prepare for war 

Hey the world (the world) ain't yours 

The wor-or-or-or-orld 

These last days you better prepare for war 

You better prepare for war 



[Verse 3] 

How dumb would I be if I sold her the (?) 

Just because women'll swallow you 

How dumb would I be if I hit you with battles 

And niggaz beggining the story, I've been in a trap 

In Columbus Ohio, like smile now thug world 

Drunk and I'm buck wild and if you done better enjoy the (??) 

I comin to (??) ready and proud what the world say 

Y'all live about that keep on keepin on heh heh 

Little B boy with a blemish off comin crack 

My seventh signs niggaz weed me I could smoke a pack 

Gotta give my to sign finish the ghetto man 

Since elementary I've been rappin just stayin Bizzy 

A couple of sissys in the long run give me some 

Lets make this conversation keep it were it sayin 

Welcome to Babylon, we in the universe 

You know my name dog they call me Bizzy y'all 

Thug world ghetto church 



[Chorus] 

Hey the world (the world) ain't yours 

The wor-or-or-or-orld 

These last days you better prepare for war 

You better prepare for war 

Hey the world (the world) ain't yours 

The wor-or-or-or-orld 

These last days you better prepare for war 

You better prepare for war