cut, all my partnas tight we gonna get kill, leys get fried tonight and we can get blitz and jam some Bone and we can jam that Street Military, nigga
my trunk Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk I blow on skunk, I blow on doja Military minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier Out the streets
my trunk Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk I blow on skunk, I blow on doja Military minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier Out the streets, of
[Wigs] Yeah, son, it's the Einstein Theodore theory, street philosphy Step foot on our block, there's no way possibly Guns too big for you, to ever try
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Uh-huh [Ghostface Killah] Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog's day Groundhog
barrin' troops, fatigues and wearin' boots From far away, whether night or day, you hear 'em shoot It's a very unforgiven and hostile environment Where military
or get your vocal cords cut motherfucker Wavin' the four-four I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece Blastin', they let assassins loose on the street
X said self defense is intelligent So I train in the martial arts It's something for warriors, not those with partial hearts "partial hearts" We recognize that our people need a military
on BET And since Pac go to Hollywood to keep it street First rule to put T-Watches on the TV Everyday it's a party on Grove Street [Outro - DJ Khaled
because.." [verse six - pete nice] The web's analyzed of the ties to the dark side A nation vexed, is it a vietnam flipside On the streets, protests
love hell Escobar style, I'll build my own jail The America's, 'merica's, favorite thug To sell cocaine, America's, favorite drugs Me and 'Pone like the military
My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence Murder game, I leave no evidence, credentials Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principal
he stole We already degraded, me and my family the most hated Bitch were barely both made it See the thinly related, to everything in the street I'm sellin
he still had to talk shit So I stepped over his face and kept walkin' And here is the part of my story that gets really scary Had to walk alone down Military
tell them [incomprehensible] Category code of the street, let's see the next day The Cruddy Click clicks and classics k-kloaw 'Cause it's beef on the streets
Life (2x) [Tech N9ne] Yo, yo! I'm a Regime original My flow's aqua She give me yo' snaps She give you more claps than an opera Street Sinatra, here to
Slacker, a person who shirts his work or duty A person who evades military service in the wartime I know one thing, man, I'm gonna have my kicks Before
were foretold, by the forefathers The end of the world saga, streets flooded with lava Mommas and papas, toddlers, hip-hoppers, and rastas Rock stars and mobsters, above streets