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Private, Mary Brown, 
I've got her army serial number written down . . . 
She's got bulgy eyes, but when she marched by, 
I just had to look at her twice,
college plan, we're just a hard-rocking band
We like our music to please but we ain't gonna appease
No pressure's too much to make us change our touch
From the front to the back we attack
That's when the sky turn black
Divided by all our own means
Divided by lines you cant see
We raise our fist
You
not a gang-join the Army

Don´t be no fool, don´t let your prejudice rule
Don´t judge why your fear, judge us by your ear
Can´t believe every word
the battle's sound

Deceivers - came to claim his crown
And no one's left alive
New day will arise

[Chorus]
Hail to our lord
He has led us with his
the waistline and I don't even try
I don't need a Duberry or a Westmore course
'Cause my weight's been taken over by the Army Air Force
 
We're not petite
Mary-Anne settle down, let's bring the band around, how 'bout?
And we'll sing you to Heaven and back
Laura-Lee sets the food out on the tabletop for us
the waistline and I don't even try
I don't need a Duberry or a Westmore course
'Cos my weight's been taken over by the Army Air Force
 
We're not petite
system 
Burns out the Ukraine
Trees and umbrellas
Protect us from the new rain
Armies of engineers
To analyze the soil
The food we contemplate
The battle's lost
The army scattered in destruction
The king is dead
He drove his sword into a stone
A land without a king
Who'll be the one
The battle's lost
The army scattered in destruction
The king is dead
He drove his sword into a stone
A land without a king
Who'll be the one
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

Me an' RJ an' the kids was on a camp-out in the mountains, and we had us one'a them you-Drive-'Em Army Jeep
for them to grow up and  shoot us unarmed
Dear black Madonna
How many hail Mary's?
Project holy water, bless these loads we carry
Pregnant with
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggas die
By getting blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got the nerve
Hail mary from the graves, the Lord is with thee
Bless these thugs (Uuuugh) as we ride (As we ride)
Good side, bad side

[Master P]
Til death do us
Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
Brothers the battle is raging choose your side
Sing with us the battle hymns into glory ride
Hail to England the sign of the hammer's our guide
Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last
Gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
call me the comeback kid

I'm a hail Mary pass on homecoming night
Six points down with the clock ticking by
Come hell or high water I still believe I
Hail Mary, 'matta fact hail Jane
Niggas take my name in vain like I was cocaine
My affirmations kill emcees like assassination
Bringin' you pain
Mary, come with me, feel like Pac when it hits
Got some fire in my belly and a riot in the gut
Bushmills for a band-aid, the sweet taste of blood
Then
of a well drink
There’s a heavy current, got a long way to swim
Closed the Bible a while ago, I need some shots for this sin
Hail Mary, come with me, feel
the theater of divine comedy.
Told about Jesus, told about the rain,
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
By a man who danced
of divine comedy
Told about Jesus, told about the rain
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
By the man who had been dyin', who