歌词
Uh ha, what? Young Soldierz in this mother******
And Wiz, is it bout time? Yeah, alright
It's on, nineteen ninety ******
Chorus: Now everybody wanna pack a Glockwhen all the time ******s know, that'cha skins get locked
It takes a ****** like me, cos I can see thru the fake
You ******s make it sound good, but you ******s is cupcakes
Ass out if you're the last (******)to feel the wrath when I blast (******)Figure I can make a motions for murder
Mass destruction, discussions unheard of
****** the script, I feel the pow's in and out of town
And now it's on-a, just from city, to 300See it's a shame on how these lames keepin up the game
****** up the game for the next real ******
Until my Gz do it, time to stay cell block
Stay strong while Gz get your ride on
I been there and done that, no tellinif I ever come back but if I do, I ain't scared of it
See some ******s call drug busts, non-plussed
Swear to God, only momma had it sewed up
So ****** the company cos ya best ta keep on walkinwhile you can, 'fore my Doggs start barkin, man
Hangin out late night, off the shee-ba
All's we heard is they got what they de-served
See up in trojans, spit the game a little more than that
Then I be ****** off the game before the next ******
Never test what you can't keep
Cos if I need it, I'ma get it, if I want it, I'ma take it
I'm undisputed, undefeated, might've even cheated
I'm highly ************ed, so much you get'cha ass heated
I know it might sound like a ****** sayin somethin
But me and my ******s ain't give nothin, yeah
For one magical wavin his Tek
I can make the whole mother****** party and jet
Young stretch him in the house, waitin for you to