Soldiers Only

歌詞

Yeah though, deezie, off the heezie, straight up off the hundred block Mark ass bitch you know crestsider in the motherfucking door Representin 100% real niggas, is you feelin'(is you feelin') [Verse One: Dubee] I bring what's righteous through a time of holocaust Lace game, then bust they mental and pay the cost Now picture this, just remeniss the brother with the jheri curl Shakin them scary girls, gone in a merry world Wasn't trippin' off democrats or repub-u-lican Steady trickin' off my tax sales but time kept tickin' I reckon' my intelect got deep off in these streets And that nine millimete was just precautional heat, so peep This here will freak your mental, like a dental And proceed to cop the chop and fuck the block is fundamental And a rental was runnin' around a corner was on a Whole other page in life a nigga could've been a gonner Time reaveled and a nigga still had to get sharper Bring in that cold and trippin' shit and I really doubt that a barber Can fade me literally or metaphorically And if I catch you hawkin' me then my response will be [chorus] I can't tell you why they be phony So I keep game air tight, soldiers only Cause we be lethal ghetto people Shakin' them kilo you need to know, stackin more chips than reno You know (you know) [Verse Two] Man not a matter a hand so detrimental Parental guidance on the label and it all be consequential Young mental, want to soak it up like bounty or this'll be Shove and throb it in your grill, I knew your ass wouldn't risk it This get deep as abyss with hits like heat seekers They don't miss bound like a clinched fist ghetto verbalist Gamble take a risk but most gon' spectate Can't step off in the game leave a footprint and then shake I'll bake workin fiends for a bank with a jaw shot verbally Put it down and the word will be that ain't no servin' he The turf dog, hog with pongs Servin' the game so suculent like prohms cause I'm The nigga with the verbal lashin', smashin' niggas in this hemisphere Kickin' in the door just to let them know I'm in this here Your business here is to soak game and all info From your playa potna kinfolks that's why I choke on indo [Chorus] [Verse Three] I'm the enlightener boss game bustin' out the seams Eliminatin' undistoted information laced in the streets My league of nations still chasin' searchin' for screws Fools in the gae of life man, but livin' bruised Scratch your noodle it's fuedle waistline contraband With a nickel plate in his hand skeemin' on a few grand It really ain't nothing new but it's a all to common site Every state every block in all hours of the night Thug heart niggas holler fuck the world Bald heads, fades, braids, perms, and jerri curls Better hurl teflon in the name of the pocket nation Start bracin' yourself for the verbal altercation Replacin' game representatives throughout parts of the region For reasons them niggas is blessed fiendin' on how we breatin' Decievin' terminologies never obscure We raw, real, rugged, potent, and pure [Chorus x2]