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Lời bài hát: Military Minds

Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650

Stand in formation, my motherfuckin' real troopers Let's do it like soldiers, all in together now Ready, hell yeah, y'all niggas better get to know Retreat, no syringe of death before this I'm a motherfucker, do it, come on, never got nothing Uh, yes, yes, yes, take one, side-e, side-ride Where you at, where you at with my real thugs? Where you at, where you at with my real thugs? Where you at, where you at with my real thugs? Where you at, where you at with my real thugs? Real thugs, where you at? Do it to em, do it to em, they love the way we do it to em, we do it to em Cannonade, suppress the revolution, a premeditated scheme Introduce a drug called crack to a skittle team Got a long for raw niggas now, play it what it be like Real niggas, 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 hopeless focus And so I learned to earn my currency, and over time Affiliated, clearly click a military bond May God forgive us, though we dwell inside a paradox Thugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block My live mind got me survivin' five rounds My .45 got me fortified with live rounds When *** sick, we plot hits, when our glocks hit All hell, I don't bail, rather to apocalypse Forever ghetto necessary, picture food stamps Outlawed thug niggas, never left the boot camp I'm the order for assignment, one of the squad's finest Skilled in guerrilla warfare and blessed with refinement My rap sheet contains sections of armed sessions Says I'm responsible for blacksmithin' weapons Puttin' local youths in a military state of mind Dangerous like chronic, and y'all are twin compani Cocoa Brothers pon the borderline Touch the sun and your dead sinker 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 assassin Masked men, ninja style, surround me, ready to attack I react swiftly, what father told me sticks with me Never forget the method, stick and move strictly *** be seemin' like it's closin' in With no regrets, I hold position Cause I suppose I'm one of a chosen band Picture bein' put in a position to move And you can't move, cause your move is blocked By the night 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, be the eye, why try if your body lie About to block true soldier mentality, this is how it rock In the days of the strange, where nothin' stays the same When new faces come through with similar games And who you thought was them, really ain't they Catchin' deja vus of the game people play It's a call for readjustment, fine-tune your position You slippin' and trippin', stay the ball, bend and dip it Never let this world of stress get the best of me Takin' breathin' techniques, slay you with tai chi Does it take to get a break in the world of snakes And those who fake elimination, I'm facin' destruction Outlawed, so I'm duckin' down for purpose bussin' No one to trustin', rushin' to the gold line Catch a nigga, beat him, treat him like he stole mine No swine, I'm a soldier, told you I control mine Time to take you back into time, follow this scene One way out, this black hole, for this black soul *** is outta control, I'm fightin' for my position To be a fetus in this world I'm enterin' And my face is sentencing for repentance Before my body was fully formed into a human I was already consumin' weed, cause my mom Used to smoke back in the 70's Maybe that's why in the 90's I dropped G's When I dropped degrees, when I E's across the block With pot, got all y'all niggas shot You didn't think you can click with Link With the outlaw mind, if you do you press rewind And you can peep different tactics in every line Yeah, and this is how we do it With my real thugs, where they at, let me see my real thugs Then where you at, won't you see my real thugs Where you at, let me see my real thugs Where you at now, with my real thugs Let me see where you at, where my real thugs Got to see where you at, where's my soldier Where you at, where my real soldiers Where you at, where my soldiers at Where you at, where you at, get your strategy Where you at, where you at, where my soldiers at Where you at, where you at, get your thug niggas Where you at, we're just thugs, where my soldiers at Where my true thug niggas, no longer drug dealers Cuz we have thug niggas, where my soldiers at No longer drug dealers, cuz we have thug niggas Let me, where my, where my soldiers at Put your pistols in the air, where my soldiers at Put your guns up, tell me where my soldiers at Put your pistols in the air, where my soldiers My true thug rulers, yes It just doesn't quit, yes This is that real hip-hop ***, yes *** what you heard from the ghetto to the verge No, we meant everywhere Where my soldiers, where my soldiers at Where my soldiers, where my soldiers at Put your hand on your pistol, put your 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 Dolores Tucker wanna know Where my soldiers at Go!'

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