Lyrics:
Vietnam if you study history
What you learn is that
Wars are always accompanied
By lies wars are always
Accompanied by deception
soul is my rogaine, I have a thirst to know your brain
When you enter my domain gotta take this number for your name
But you don't have to drink
of love would take Your shame
And spill His blood for You
And save us by His wounds?
By Your wounds we are healed
(Tell me what kind of love is
to preparin' for what comes next
Can't enjoy myself around everyone is suspect
A lot goin' on, too much to do, I can't collect
What's in my head, body lock up I
Now my guns go bang, bang for all my bredrins
The ends is snake infested
Most man value money more than a friendship
If you judge a man by a car that
a soldier)
Huh nigga what I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier)
Huh nigga what I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier)
All I want to be is a soldier (I'm a soldier)
I'm
[Intro: Killah Priest (Method Man)]
Uh... musical clever
You know what time it is (Ooh-ahh, Meth Tical)
Yeah... what... (Hey, did you turn my mic
Question of my Motives
In search for my purpose
Had me knockin on heavens door like Guns N Roses
What if it's all for nothing
But what if it's all for
prada you, I'll buy you Prada
He ain't my blood but he's my brother
He ain't my blood but he's my brother
Talking is for talkers soo, I don't talk much
So I say walk by the Spirit and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh
For the flesh desires what is contrary to the Spirit and the Spirit
a Nerf ball
If you don't like what I'm doing, n****, f*** y'all
Thank God for the first n**** started trapping
Thank God for the first n**** started
of a complete destroy
But what I know and know full well
Is that I'm not born for being enslaved
I'm no kind of blow-up doll
Oh, my god! My blood is overflown by
to sink my fuckin' battleship
Turnin' on his flashers callin' up the dogs
Now my Lexus Coupe is flex surrounded by the hogs
Snatchin' out my seats,
time to turn the heat up
And catch these papes like cooked up
What?
[12 O'Clock]
Niggas waitin' for hook up, get shook up
Never get your weight off
limbs are severed, soul is shattered.
Endlessly destroying the wealth of those who gained by exploiting
What will become of the spirits?
What will become
up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause
the nonsense
Efficient with this content on offense all odds against
Tell me what the options is
Lock and load be armed up
For all the years that they farmed us
is thirst
I'm a killer for the verses
I'm a sinner don't make me nervous
Be a filler, what's the purpose?
Rather be a winner and deliver
What I face
shoulders with the greats
Nigga you were something like a brother
Worst part is you were even fed by my mother
Damn greedy mother fucker
What goes around
No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow
Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
For
high
Washington was my destination
And now, who am I?
I'm the chosen party giver
For the White House clientele
And they know that I deliver
What
duck Muh-Fucker
Watch you standing on? (Nada) What you claim to bone? (Nada)
What you plan to own? (Nada) That shit done came and gone
Blood sweat
runnin'
Your baby by your side told the whole world you're comin'
Work so hard to do what is right
Believed in what you're doin' but so many fights
necessary, what I'm wanted
By is knowin' where the bodies are buried
Yet, I'm torn up by the omen
Knowin' my adversary, I'm gone to Neveruary
It's on,
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