Lyrics:
confusin', confoundin' the British henchmen
Ev'ryone give it up for America's favorite fighting Frenchman
Lafayette
I'm takin this horse by the reins
Motherfucker"
"Oh Mother, where is my father?
Where is my brother?
Theyre at war, theyre at war
You made them join the dirty US army
You told them all a filthy
Young ass niggas they straight up thugged out
They killas like that little soldier boy cause we livin' in the killin' field
Tombstone soldier rest in
America tough
Outlaws and rebels born mean and ruff
My hats off to the cops in streets
And the soldiers protecting me
Enough is enough no holding back
You
you, they watching you from birth
And they be killing us softly by biologically attacking us first
Don't think that you're immune
'Cause your acquired
Carbon life fore homies where's my armies
Free humanity we're not nazis
Flip the script and no more playing patsy
Know they're slaying us the gig is up
the Lord save us all escapers of misery, bless my niggas in
penetentary, soldiers of the century, yeah.
Krayzie:
Here to get it, told my niggas they
from yo' friends
Fuckin models, drinkin Alize by the bottles
Eleven hundred ??, and my hand's on the throttle
Chorus: Snoop Dogg (paraphrasing Masta
he's a class act
Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back
Chorus:
Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that
[Chorus] x 4
[Master P talking]
For all the muthafuckin runaways out there
I mean all us niggas that been incarcerated by technology
By
[Intro: sample]
"For in America, black people should never
Be accused of being violent, or applicating violence
In America, when a black man says
pulling strings taught
Drawing no conclusions I'm just here to make that id talk
Brauns will never stop me when I think and lift my guitar
I am Student
me
Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm supposed to
I'm from the field where the covers are
decirte algo
Espero que tu espalda esté bien porque he estado preocupándome
Así que eso, te amo, chao, besos
On the field runnin' hard pink band on my head
and shine
We all unite behind America’s brightest mind
I’m getting goosebumps writing this rhyme
Almost feels like we got it right this time
Come on! Chorus -
to all enemies, by your own fuckin penalties
Off with your dome I roam through your war zone with a platoon
full of soldiers with dust bones
Ain't nuttin
say Al Capone
No Limit Records in the house got it goin' on
Ain't no love, I thought I told ya
Us TRU niggas, straight soldiers
King ready to fight
businessmen
but we also mercenary soldiers
(Chorus)
Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him
Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug
brass band of gratitude
Not quite dormant in my belly
It said so in a human voice
"Bellow forth"
And who among us could ignore such odd
And precise
damn, toting two pistols like Yosemite Sam
Old man be grand, loud as the Southern band
Pickups and caravans, the soldier, that could, that can
I would
they dead
They say, life's short gotta hold my steel
Wish that band's playing at home, we in soldier field
I was cursed since my young days, speeding
they say that he nice he spit, don't get in Thai Spa chicks, I'd rather get on the mic and spit this s***.
Chorus: try... But you can't stop us you
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
but kuwait won't wait
Desert shield a field full of confused hate
Soldiers fight because they're loyal, while tempers boil
On u.s. soil, they're
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