' but killas and O.G.'s I'm the product of the ghetto 'til they bag me up With a bail stash in case they snatch me up I'm a soldier in this war and I
' on a fat sac! Chorus Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec Ya better back up off before I rape ya for life ya bitch Chillin' on the set
it, I love it Dogs we stay above it corrupted From dawn to dusk so we can thug it (Naw) To all my broken kinfolkin' stressing keep on smoking Nick and
' ham sandwiches All day, everyday, 40 play, he say She say, bieetch! That-a-way Keep it goin though don't stop Shakin' baking soda, forms a rock 36 zips on
get drastic on they bitch ass And send all your fake ass soldiers to a casket fast On the dip up state, holler at my homeboy Hook it out, on the homie
[magic] Ok, let the fuckin dogs come through ok? Get the fuck out the way man And let the fuckin dogs come through ok? This belongs to us man. We the
(*talking*) This organization was built on me What I put together, that no man come in between I am the foundation, and I will weather the storm You
Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "we'll meet on edges,
me and my niggaz Them Outlaw worldwide my figures From triumph to tragedy To right back on top the niggaz still mad at me For pushin' that big truck on
niggaz who be slangin on the porch, fo what it's worth, all niggaz on the turf, prepare yo mind fo the rebirth. Ha ha, check it out. On a bitch, (RBL
a backhand Damn, now your girl got ya cuffed on your way gone Prepare to do about thirty days strong See that homeboy, I told ya gotta be a soldier Fuckin
sleep 'cause Armageddon's on the way We gettin' ready for combat; Soldiers suit up We comin' through stormin' and gonna blast on anythin' breathin'
defeat If a nigga don't know way, know it now Grab your shit cause it's going down Fuck one time Cause I'm on the frontline Popping slugs with my dogs
a vision in my mind, my dogs are seepin up through my pours Cause I'm a true blue thug, and I'm keepin it real My dogs ain't never given away, that's
Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges soon"
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand And then complains Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf But still remains Upon the beach where hound dogs
how to fawn The barrack block is hushed and tense The soldiers drawing lots Who will be the hangman in the dawn? The lot falls on a young man Who has
Woke up this morning, wondered what planet I was on On the cover of a Rolling Stone was another dumb young blonde While the icons of our day all slowly