Lyrics:
I ain' gon' lie I be getting a little emotional
Go head record it out
I be getting a little emotional when I be doing this but,
It's him with that
a visit
Talkin' bout "I'm pregnant by some other nigga"
Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit
Need a loan for your home and you're too broke to get
you
Hey we should talk it out
Let's break down all these walls
And try to understand
Let's learn from each other now
Divided by our age
But now let's
Thought the game over Nino you
A soldier I then came through put
That thing in a motor eww wee
Nino you a soldier thought the
Game over tossed
had begun impacting the Roofs
Of mobile offices by the rim, quickening snare rolls of a forward March played by a twelve-year-old soldier
Purpose fled
[Voice in Background]
Look at the little porch monkeys fuckin jiggaboo
[Master P talking]
My ancestor Kunta Kinte said
We come
ballin'!
Even when you start to call it a fight- you know I'ma be doggin'!
Every other sacrifice in my life, was leadin' up to this moment!
Even when you
to join an army camp
Or any other motherfuckin' military branch
Of this United goddman States of that bitch America
Be a soldier, what for?
They puttin'
happenin'
I don't give a fuck about you and all that bullshit you stressin'
Fuck a war
To explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this:
Niggas on some other shit, by smoke and maintain
[Chorus]
came in,
Oh, no,
that’s scary. I am out of here.
And, when he tried to run away,
he was caught by the soldiers
and was thrown into the dungeon,
as per
Machine against man
And the planet's in ruins
But by then we will have
Mastered the craft of
Creating cloned soldiers so we don't have to
Come out of hiding
Machine against man and the
Planet's in ruins
But by then we will have mastered the craft
Of creating clone soldiers to we don't have
(to) come out
You're a soldier of love
Do you hear the sound of water running down?
Carried by a mountain stream to a lake beside the town
The streets so still
I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks
But, now, the game if for the soldier, not, so, fuck you
I'm up before the sunrise,
just tryin' to reach my goal
Livin' life truly successful
So that my little soldier never have to sell no dope
All the Cutties from the pens comin'
like son-daughter links
Such determinated leopards, successfully disshelved
Little soldiers developed like serpents despite life sentence ducking
look who's in the suave house,
Yes it's truly-yours,
Mister sawed-off leatherface,
A warrior ready for war, a natural soldier boy,
Ready to move
little plastic
Soldiers with little plastic holsters
Spit on plastic cultures belittled
By sarcastic vulture swarms
Warning I'd skip your stepping stones
possible
Jew, Gentile, black man, white
We all want to help one another
Human beings are like that
We want to live by each other's happiness
Not by
spoke it was impossible to understand other fishes with foreign languages
And the best little fishy got some new pins if they killed a couple foreigners
a soldier
Got 'em hopping over walls and climbing fences
Some of 'em John Travolta, stayin' alive by inches
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
Cops are
to me was in London
but by the time I reached there little red brick house
Carrie and her father were gone
#The summer sun is fading as the year grows
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
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