you war cry
We soldiers till the day we die
If you're down put them pistols high
Yeah now let me see you war cry
We riders till the day we die,
always ready when it's time to ride
Uh -huh, now let me see you war cry
We gangsters till the day we die,
cuz those streets be like the front line
Yeah, now let me see you war cry
And put them pistols high,
now let me see you war cry
High -powered soldiers
All my high -powered soldiers
report to roll call
Stand tall, click up on a mission
and never fall
Forever ball, shoot for the stars,
I want it all
Garage full of luxury rides
and platinum walls
Protected by Vessas,
Mini -14s, and SKSs
Molly call the 2 -2 -3's
for them busters that wanna test us
Livin' like I'm Scarface,
eatin' en emies for breakfast
Ever since my adolescence,
they blame me for livin' reckless
And is that what's gotta be
done
to make motherfuckers respected?
Bust shells in the gates,
one trigger will quickly spread it
Fools get hit with guillotines,
I leave motherfuckers beheaded
On the verge of self -destruction,
lawful one, crime committed
Glad I did it, lack of evidence
equals criminal acquitted
Destination, front line, 1 -3,
you know the digits
Back up in the city,
ridin' until the day I finish
Mr. Criminal
Motherfucker,
be the name you cannot
Now let me see you all cry,
we soldiers till the day we die
If you dare, put them pistols high, yeah
Now let me see you all cry,
we riders till the day we die
Always ready when it's time to ride,
uh -huh
Now let me see you all cry,
we gangsters till the day we die
Cause the streets be like the front line
Yeah, now let me see you all cry,
and put them pistols high
Now let me see you all cry,
high power soldiers
I'm a motherfuckin' soldier,
specter, and army fatigue
Fuck with me, I'll be the reason
that you no longer breathe
Because I'm sick,
it's like I've been diagnosed with the disease
And anytime I get a strap,
I can't do nothing but squeeze
Hopping out on motherfuckers,
busting on enemies
The .357'll bring a grown man to his knees
And off a full bottle, hit full throttle
And leave your chest hollow
No evidence behind,
so the cops, they can't follow
Cause I'm a soldier, homie,
don't test me if you don't know me
Don't make me have to arrange
your death ceremony
Cause your life's at the end line,
and fool, I ain't it
Just remember the name,
they're Mr. Criminals
Who said it, I'm a true Bruce O'Donnell
And the Southern Cali men
is bombing on the pathetic
Talkin' shit, you get no credit
for the stress that I pack
I got a motherfuckin' vetted,
screamin' I'm a war cry
Till the day that
Now let me see your war cry
We soldiers till the day we die
If you dare, put them pistols high
Yeah, now let me see your war cry
We riders till the day we die
Always ready when it's time to ride
Uh -huh, now let me see your war cry
We gangsters till the day we die
Cause the streets be like the front line
Yeah, now let me see your war cry
And put them pistols high
Now let me see your war cry
High -powered soldiers
It's Lil Tweety,
the one and only indivisible
I'm with the homie criminal,
you motherfuckers think
You're invisible,
can't fuck with this label,
what makes you think
You could be able to fuck with the gang,
your fucking levels nev er hang
You on the bang of the streets,
I put your bitches to seats
I disrespect what you see,
I know it's hard for
you to believe
Somebody my size, open your eyes
I pull the trigger, ain't a fucking surprise
So many nights could be said,
so many tries could be done
See I'm the one you love to hate,
ever since 88
Ain't no silly sucker checkmate,
motherfucker versus dunce
I'm the one that won't stop,
got guns ready to pop
You can run, you can hide,
but you won't get away
When the tanks pop,
just face the homie
Fuck what they say,
I'm what the streets created
Don't hate it, you get baited
Road crime is what we made it,
cause I made it to be
Now let me see you all cry
We soldiers till the day we die
If you dare, put the pistols high
Yeah, now let me see you all cry
We riders till the day we die
Always ready when it's time to ride
Uh -huh, now let me see you all cry
We gangsters till the day we die
Cause the streets be like the front line
Yeah, now let me see you war cry
Yeah, put them pistols high
Now let me see you war cry
High power soldiers
Let me see you fuckin' war cry
That's right
I'm a high power soldier
Reports a roll call, that's it
Ha ha
Yeah, Mr. Criminal
The homie Little Tweety
Puttin' it down
Y 'all still rippin' it up
in the fuckin' rap game
Comin' up like that
High power entertainment, that's it
Ha ha
Now let me see you war cry
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