Lyrics:
ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!
Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
I declare war
On anybody standing in the way of what I dream for
How could you ignore
The ones that are voiceless, screams from the poor?
They
(More than a woman...)
This for all the soldierettes that made it through the war
Was able to maintain the struggle
(More than a woman to me)
Oh
I'm still hearin' my mother's cries, nigga
No father figures make harder niggaz
Through the years, went to war with niggaz
From what I saw in
sealed in
The projects, lifeless like a Vietnam vet
Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest
Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in
trademark
Get 'em up ugh, show ya domes, T-are-you
We true, ugh, ugh
Time to go to war, ugh
I'm posted up on the block, got these killers runnin' you
Project zero mortals
Going out like dodo
Know it's so immoral
Beg to stay immortal
I don't give a fuck though
Project zero mortals
Going out like
the creators
Of dynamite and gun powder to the graves of all who faced it
And the slurping nerf of bureaucrat life and bean counting slave owners
Is twisted
trademark
Get 'em up ugh, show ya domes, T-are-you
We true, ugh, ugh
Time to go to war, ugh
I'm posted up on the block, got these killers runnin' you
to hoes when exposed to jail
In times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops
Like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black
clockin' the grave yard shift
Big bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff
My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th
And we ball from plentys
I'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies
Cop killers with a box of dummies
Dummies stuck to the project floors
Niggas is suited up and be ready for war
sippin' Coors, on all floors of project halls
Contemplatin' war niggas I was cool with before
We used to score together, Uptown copping the raw
But uh,
live, you get it is the way a nigga play it
Niggas ain't fightin' no more, niggas bustin' your head
Sendin' you to your grave, it's do or die, cousin
Limit Soldiers, trademark
Get em' up ugh, show ya domes, T-are-you
We TRU, ugh, ugh
Time to go to war, ugh
[Master P]
I'm posted up on the block,
turn to hoes
When exposed to jail
In times of war we need somebody raw
Rally the troops
Like a saint that we can trust
To help to carry us through
Black
times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops
Like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black Jesus, ha ha ha ha ha
He's like
outer space
cnd beyond humans comprehensions
Been able to travel through time.
c secret project meant to rewrite
The pig's discoveries through history
My hands are caught in your wires while I try to defuse you
Your words project out like vomit, I can't even smell what's true
But I feel your hook
your gain
Your lack of caring sends young men to their graves
Chorus:
Spend all our money on functionless weapons
They never care what the cost
I
shit
You wanna fuck a hoe
Then Wait until you're back
When the war's gone bitch
You better recognize you motherfuckin' suckas
Thinkin' that I'm
a box of Huggies
Cop killers with a box of dummies
Dummies stuck to the project floors
Niggas is suited up and be ready for war
It's the Broadstreet
Shhhh, I'm still here, my mother's cries
Nigga no father figures make harder niggaz
Through the years, went to war with niggaz from what I saw in
the grave yard shift
Big Bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff
My man jumps out the whip with the are 5th
And we ball from plentys
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