Lyrics:
After 9/11 they had a three point plan
Usama bin Laden, Iraq, and Iran
So they went into Kabul to get the Taliban
In the Tora Bora caves
with these Young cats
I'm the one that never flex
Where my gun my at
I'm the one she fucked
And neva asked where the funds at
Let them tell it I just
And I never really raise my voice but god damn this got me pissed
Yeah... Black and blue, blue and black
I'm bout to turn these streets into Iraq
Black
hey, how about one with humanitarian flair
there's a difference said the president biting his lip
if dad's killed by a serbian (terrorist) with a gun
Iraq-et
I'm higher than di attic and a shot like a 'Matic
Police me nah drop it inna rubbish, inna trash it
A foot bottom mash it, world war is a topic
Abominations
A grave and gathering danger
The decision to attack
Based on secret intelligence; it'll take years
I fear to undo the failings in Iraq
You
at your cap
Aint no means for the chit or chat
Play with me and you will get wacked
I dont know why they want my racks
Fuck it they gone like a bomb iraq
We
want it all to change
But face it, there's too many weapons and bombs out there
With money to fund and propaganda to scare
We've gotta be tactful
the paint
Get you some numbers I got that
Cool under pressure I'm head strong
Strapped like I live up in Iraq
Walk in the bitch like I own shit
Rap like I
engineering produces fear and approval for additional funds. But what of the School of the Americas... ""the school of the assassins"", US trained and supplied
I'm sharp like razors for every fund yo life you just might pay with
Send a hit home-run we slide for fun we coming through yo basement
Street life
Word up, your hood
You know what I'm sayin'? (Iraq)
Left rack and all of that, yo, my hood
Word up, we gotta rep together, son
Word up, for life,
Word up, your hood
You know what I'm sayin'? (Iraq)
Left rack and all of that, yo, my hood
Word up, we gotta rep together, son
Word up, for life,
to the X,
Got the Lex from the Japanese triad connect.
Iraq, Iran, guns on deck;
In the hands of the shooters if the funds ain't correct! (ain't correct!)
Cos we coming from Queens
Jose Luis Gotcha, golden guns and tons
General, Emanual, Iraq emerald
Government out to get me, trying to stick me
Move
the block
If I was in Baghdad then I would rock Iraq
I wanna rock with punks because I love punk rock
I wanna rock with heads because I love hip hop
I
our ghettos into over sized death rows
You want heroin there's tons of that, guns and crack
But who's got the funds and cash the same people who
Like a phoenix from the ashes, bruh
Yeah you know we party till the sun come up
Go and get your funds up
Got the club turnt up
To the max
We getting
that back, back, back
My blunts packed, packed, packed
Drop that ass, ass, ass
The filthiest funds from the trap, trap, trap (Heh)
I got the racks in
Keep my pockets stacking
Bitches keep on attracting
Stay strap like Iraq
With to guns
In my lap
Is my two sons
Four fifth
And four five
Gats that young
on the zygote take it into the light
Cause it's the twenty first century miscarriage by right
Pro-life until the moment children are born
And cut the fund
Guns from the trap
Funds from Iraq
Fifth speech stay slurred from the sack
Words will attack
Other than that
He chill but dont think that his Kindness
Schools teach the Left Brain
What about the right one
90 percent of heroine is in Iraq
Deploy guns, Deplete all funds
Anyone who asks a question
Gets
on crack Bagging up the sand
Just like I stand in Iraq Stamina, we animals
I ran with the pack Handle em when cameras off
They stunting for that
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