Military Minds feat. Co Co Brothers,Buckshot

歌詞

Stand in formation, my motherf***in real troopers Let's do it like soldiers, all and together now! Ready? Hell yeah, y'all n****s better get ready No retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherf***er! Do it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggin, uhh yes yes yes Say what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at? Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at? Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at? Where my real thugs, where ya at? Send cases to the drug dealer Real thugs, where ya at? You motherf***in home Do it to 'em, do it to 'em They love the way we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em Some press the revolution of premeditated scheme Introduce a drug called crack, to us ghetto teens Got a law for raw n****s, now playa what it be like? When will n****s see they got us bleedin' with three strikes Can't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this Got these Devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus-pocus And so I learned to earn my currency and over time Affiliated, clearly click a military mind May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox Thugged out and drug dealin, from the womb to the block My life mind got me survivin five rounds My forty-five got my fortified with live rounds When s***'s thick we plot hits, when our glock spits All hail, out on bail, raps the 2Pacalypse Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps Outlaw Thug N****s never left the boot camp They called us for a**ignment, one of the squad's finest Skills in guerilla warfare and blessed with refinement My rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessions Says I'm responsible for black Smif-N-Wessun Puttin' likkle yout's in a military state of mind Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined Cocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline Test de sound and ye dead same time Man to man, I'm facin the Devil with a plan Judo stance, first glance, I'm makin my advance Animal instincts, intelligence of an a**a**in Masked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack I react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me Never forget the method, stick and move strictly S*** be seemin like it's closin in With no regrets I hold position 'Cause I suppose I'm one of the chosen men Picture bein put in a position to move And you can't move 'cause your move is blocked by the knight At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins So I start to focus in, my thoughts on the war 'Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by Is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI Why try if ya body lie By the block true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll (This is how we ride) Stick and move, time to show 'em how to make a move Or get moved on, let's see who strong In the gaze of the strange, where nothin stays the same Where new faces come through with similar game Now who you thought was them, really ain't they Catchin' dejavus of the game people play It's a call for readjustment, fine tune yo' position You slippin and trippin' 'stead of bobbin and dippin' But never let this world of stress get the best of me Takin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai-Chi What does it take, to get a break in the world of snakes And dose who fake, elimination I'm facin destruction Outlawed, so I duck and down Fo'-fo' is bustin', no one to trust in Rushin' to the goal line Catch a n**** beat him treat him like he stole him No swine I'm a soldier, soldier I control mine Time to, take you, back into time, follow dis here One way out, this black hole For this black soul, s*** is outta control I'm fightin' for my position to be a fetus in this world I'm enterin' And my face is sentencin for repentance Before my body was fully formed into a human I was already consumin' weed 'Cause my moms used to smoke back in the 70's Maybe that's why in the 90's I drop G's when I drop degrees When I ease across the block with Pac Got all y'all n****s shocked You didn't think Boot Camp Clik would link, with a Outlaw mind? If you do you press rewind And you can peep guerilla tactics in every line Yeah, and this is how we do it! Where my real thugs, where they at? Let me, see my real thugs, now where ya at? Won'tcha, see my real thugs, where ya at? Let me, see my real thugs, where ya at now? Where my real thugs, let me see, where ya at? Tell me where my real thugs gotsta see, where ya at? Where's my soldiers where ya at? Where my, real soldiers, where ya at? Where my soldiers at, where ya at, where ya at? Get yo' strap my n****, where ya at, where ya at? Where my soldiers at, where ya at, what ya at? Getcha, thug n****s where ya at, witcha strap? Where my soldiers at, where my true thug n****s No longer drug dealers 'cause we now, thug n****s Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers 'Cause we now, thug n****s, let me, where my Where my soldiers at? Put your pistols in the air Where my soldiers at? Put yo' guns up Tell me where my soldiers at? Put yo' pistols in the air Where my, soldiers, my true thug rollers Yes, it just doesn't quit, yes! This is that real Hip-Hop s*** yes! F*** what you heard From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at Put yo' hand on the pistol, put yo' pistols in the air Where my soldiers at? Where my soldiers at? Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at When Bob Dole and Delores Tucker wanna know Where my soldiers at, go vote