Lyrics:
drives by
That's right ese
Kicking up nada but reality
So if you putos don't know
You better recognize
Gang-banging like a motherfucker, down for my shit
siquiera el first round
O deamn, please shut get down
Es diferente la vida en la calle
Estar preparado para el contraataque
Money in may pocket by for broken
Coming at you with the truth
Soldiers of Christ coming at ya
Yo, Check out these Christian lyrics that I'm about to bust
I got the skills to kick
Why I got this weight on my shoulders, yeah, to the heaven's getting closer, no
Gonna all fall down just like a, like a toy soldier
Why I got this
let's get doe
If you a soldier, let's get low
But keep it gangsta anyway ya go
I'll ride with my brothas, die with my brothas
Drive by pull
you think
When a soldier's got ink on his arm
Trust no one
I cause when I think of the things
That are only seen by a few
Hot sauce, chimmy-chink when I
you'll need to stop me
I'm off the rock seeing the plot, fuck off screaming from me
And I'm apparently not the only just me by myself and I believe
I've
understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for
blaze upon your head
Born it seems without a name, but her family name has so many songs about it, I was compelled to explore it
But got locked in by
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
brought me to the land, of unfree man
To move about and catch trout, by the dozens
Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled
A one-way seat,
The only billionaire, playboy
Philanthropist on the block
Kidnapped by terrorists
He ruined their entire plan
Turned a box of scraps into
A fully-suited Iron
don't need nothing else
We don't have to wake up 'cause we didn't sleep
I still got a full cup of that Hennessy
All my friends by my side
Is all I
don't need nothing else
We don't have to wake up 'cause we didn't sleep
I still got a full cup of that Hennessy
All my friends by my side
Is all I
rights, privatizing means of life
Indigenous communities fighting for our legacy
Neo-colonialism arrives, instead of soldiers multinationals
Government's
on your money, thug
Don't worry about what you got
Open your eyes, and peep the plot
Say your prayers, achieve a lot
Nigga, don't stop 'til you drop
see what I'm after
By the look in my eye
Just walk away and leave me alone
It's a long way back home
Now in case you should ask me
What it is that
blasted, surrounded by niggas in masks
Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass
Will I last? heaven or hell? freedom or jail?
Shit's hard, who can
gon' come up missin'
From the door to the floor
To the headboard or under the covers
On the bed by the Magnum rubbers
Means that was good love
One wore black
One wore black
The trail of tears is winding on
Many pass along the road
Dusty soldiers march along
As they file one by one
fuck these niggaz and damn these hoez
If I'm minding my business, means I'm staying out of yours
I'm a Trip Dub soldier. Chip on my shoulder
Live by
you're oil-rich, then we invade it
They call it occupation, but we're losing jobs across the nation
Drill, baby, drill, while they make our soldiers kill
soldiers secure your plot in hell
There's no such thing as freedom on slaves and debt and wealth
Onward misled soldiers secure your plot in hell
There's no
soldiers
The money make envy souls when the scale
Is lopsided and ya mans ain't providing
Breeze past you Imm ghost riding
Never in a spot for too long
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