Lyrics:
Pour two shots for loss Soldiers
And one more for the whole city
Other cities can't fuck with us
And if they do they so silly
Clocked in no time out
that I speak
Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two of each
I don't do the teriyaki
Maybe you not me
that I speak
Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two of each
I don't do the teriyaki
Maybe you not me
that I speak
Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two of each
I don't do the teriyaki
Maybe you not me
brother; tryin' to see why he's doin' good.
Rollin' through the park; tryin' to make another hit.
Little do they know that soldiers' legit.
I'm not sayin'
why he's doin' good
Rollin' through the park tryin' to make another hit
Little do they know that soldiers' legit
I'm not sayin' this to put nobody
Four four fist two axe handles of death
Watch yourself cause they swing right to left
Four four fist two axe handles of death
Watch yourself cause
their graves
The white sheets are like white flags, you need to wave it
To the soldier, of the Lord, the warrior King David
I come to kill and crucify,
Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo
Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna
See a nigga on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya
over in their graves
The white sheets are like white flags, you need to wave it
To the soldier, of the Lord, the warrior King David
I come to kill
quit fronting like it's all on me
When it's all on you
Player baby but a soldier round you
Flock to me, she got ten in them choo's
Can you swing later
all for the spousy
Right hand she got a big swing swing
Aw man watch out knockout that's Ronda Rousey whew
Staying on guard like Jadeveon Clowney
They
out please check your accounting
Three two one I’m counting (counting)
Dripping in his grace by the ounce (ounce)
Too much grace (too much) woah
time to save your world
You're where the wild things are yeah
Toy soldiers off to war
You swing your rattle down (hand puppets storm the beach
their lies or get left stressed by the deepest of sends
Ain't got time for beefing with feds
Or beefing for ends, that's a needless event
Guys like you
we be doin' to it
Now take this big red and pour about a 2 into it
I did 2's and 8's, what the fuck is you trippin' on?
He said man that's
when they sip Broma smoked Cheeba
Took doggys fours and two receive'ahs
This one is for my real Mug Mixers
Who get screwed up, my thick juice sippers
Aw shit
let that pussy nigga write what's out
ah, that nigga don't know nothin 'bout us soldiers
what, what
[Chorus 1] - repeat 2X
Test that
fucking us over
Like we a terroristic threat, the ghetto covered in soldiers
Fear my only chance to live is with my hand on the trigger
Way they did
Team Tyson of theme song haha
By the thug you loved to hate
2Pacalypse now, Makaveli The Don
Outlawz, Death Row, Westside 'til we die
It don't stop
We used to play jump the line
Or who could wrap the swing around the frame the most times
Back in the day, riding our bikes around the estate
We used to play jump the line,
Or who could wrap the swing around the frame the most times, back in the day,
Riding our bike around the estate
We used to play jump the line,
Or who could wrap the swing around the frame the most times, back in the day,
Riding our bikes around the estate
we be doin' to it
Now take this big red and pour about a 2 into it
I did 2's and 8's, what the fuck is you trippin' on?
He said man that's
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