Lyrics:
strapped, or be a throwaway
Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day?
Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow
My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full
could you fill with all the people killed in war,
Now you look me in my eyes and tell me whats its good for.
Battlecry Remix
As interpolated by Bone
a killer, every time body shit
Every verse iller, ain't nobody hot as this
You know me, I'm a one man army
Even though millions'll follow just like Gandhi
like befo'
This time around I'm gon' crack ya jo'
The feds is watchin me so I can't do much
Speak the wrong words bitch and you will get touched
I'm
"Dear, this is most inconvenient now I'll
Have to call out the reserves"
Aiyo, drugs from Philippines
Guns and guillotines
Murder land triflers in
allergic to cash this year
Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-be
Killin' bustas is my motherfuckin job, him or me
Lyrically fatally driven, niggas reported
back
Can we turn this around from where we lost you in the evening
Before things get out of hand
One by one eyes go optic, we're becoming the beast
as me
Iced out all my jewelry ballin' hard as usually
Focus man I made that bag priority
Iced out all my jewels and my rings 'cause I’m royalty
Shorty
just call me, man
We was a army, man, remember the plans we had?
Remember when rehearsals ain't go by so fast?
Remember when touring ain't revolve
I always knew that you would take yourself far from home as soon as
As far as you could go. By the 1/4 inch cut of your hair and the Army issue
did
Army bags full of money, bullet proof this
And that too, put some in the roof
Niggas be shootin' from windows
We untouchable
Yea we is rich thugs,
beaches club
Plus little rob is selling drugs all the time
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's
At night time there's more trife than ever
I guess you could consider it poetry
But with me it started out with just words just words
They started looking like puzzle pieces so I started
The early years were boring
The quiet, unhappy punk
See mother was a cripple and my father was a drunk but gentle man
So we do the best we can
This is
Use bad man fi their bread when the mortgage up
Big up, yuh
Big up, yuh, big up, yuh
Gyal, you're my Kingston
Haffi everybody wanna hear me on this
(let's play)
Man, the feds done got my M's up, I'm gon' on
She got hit by the whole gang, her pussy jumped on (woo)
Baby, tell me what you prayin' for
with run
And now that the point is out
Let the jam slam my man and tell me
What's it all about?
I flex my muscle, what I must do
Is bumrush you,
the fame
Why we gossip in the silly games
To all the motherfuckers speakin down on me -
This is the night, why is everybody caught up in Pac's life
a jungle out there
Get a couple casualties every year
The goal is to stay alive
The mission is to make money
The enemy the police
We gotta bust back
bop, a Jay-Z boycott
Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti
I'm thinking godly, God guard me from the ungodly
But by my 30th
Don't be fooled by the baby face (uh)
I hope ya not 'cause your thighs got me hot (mmh)
Only one plan, that is to rise to the top (mmh)
I told you
know?)
You go and get that Mack diesel, right
hey, the man from Atlanta to way out in Cali (okay)
Catch me in New York, I'm on the way to Miami
It's not a diss song
It's just a real song
Feel me?
I heard motherfuckers saying they made Hov
Made Hov say, "Okay, so make another Hov."
this running kiti kiti no fit tire me
See I'm standing really firm withi my army
I dey pull up in the glory and the whip
See my shine dey enter eye so
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