Lyrics:
Tactical abominator
Imagine the battle, shadow spar ‘till your death blood
Laugh in the Face no disgrace when ya wear mud
Toughen your skin, breathe it in,
Old pussy ass mark, bitch ass buster
Think you from LA 'cause you listen to some Mustard?
This is Battlecat, my nigga Kurupt had the battle raps
Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
It On Your Cd And Count Your Lil Bar Codes
Get It Real Life Arizona By The Cargo
Battle Field Soldier I'm Out Here Till The Box Close
[Chorus]
got it out the dirt with a clean smirk
Fresh cut, jeans, ice clean in a t-shirt, whoa
Provided by Rowdy, support the brotherhood
I pop up back home
Taken for this victory
Dont you know turning man against man
Will kill the brotherhood
And drain its blood
Is it worth fighting your kind
To leave scars
foul
I figured your bitch be running your route
So sick of the towel
Wiping the blood off my hands that's the round
You can get hit with a vice
Decadent
Where we at
Yo
Yo, yo
Bring the real back
Funnel on the weed, shit like blood on the leaves how that carbon steel kickback
Stank faces when I speak,
me the Ultimate Weapon
I claim what is mine by right
I offer the Blood of the Nations
Souls as a sacrifice
We come from afar
from our City
forgive me, driving tipsy
Thank you fo being wit me through that crash
Three inches to the left
Four inches to the right
No coincidence, there's a reason
twice
A balance between god and bone
If hell is hot, then heaven's cold
Like a battle of blood, no side wins
Do the best you can just to avoid a life
for the Bloods
The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs
Or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn
Early light,
kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" must of had a hangover,
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover,
I got blood
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
Heeeeey
What's happenin, y'all?
This is Tyrone Chillinfoot down with the funky Tung Twista, baby
[number] inches of straight stupid, straight
and we ready for more
"Soldiers" Battle in spirit carries greater reward
"Soldiers" Now, look ahead at what we headed towards
"Soldiers" Carried by his
Die by sword in the avernal fire
Agony is darkness downfall sin three
Real tormentor enjoy by suffer
Lord of all pleasure Jesus Christ fear…my
semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly
Beat up and battered
They
semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly
Beat up and battered
They
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
Inches, God damn, shit tore through my jeans
Bitches drove by, start observing the peen
Fate is so amazed, she was begging me "please"
Pullin' out her tits,
because"
[Chorus]
And that day
The brotherhood between the three brothers
No longer existed
And their story lives
By themselves
Days are years
things are best expressed (x3) by nature
Like the song of the sun (Song of the sun)
The song of the sun (Song of the sun)
The song of the sun
the wind, where eagles cross the sky
Today my mortal blood will mix with sand it was
Foretold I will die by my hand
Into Hades my soul descends
Cowards
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