Music: Young Soldierz
Uh ha, what? Young Soldierz in this mother****er
And Wiz, is it bout time? Yeah, alright
It's on, nineteen ninety ****in' 6
Chorus: Now everybody wanna pack a Glock when all the time niggas know, that'cha skins get locked
It takes a nigga like me, 'cause I can see through the fake
You niggas make it sound good, but you niggas is cupcakes
Ass out if you're the last nigga to feel the wrath when I blast, nigga Figure I can make a motion 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 niggas
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 niggas call drug busts, non-plussed
Swear to God, only momma had it sewed up
So **** the company 'cause ya best to keep on walkin' while 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 ****in' off the game before the next nigga
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 mother****ed, so much you get'cha ass heated
I know it might sound like a nigga sayin' somethin'
But me and my niggas ain't give nothin', yeah
For one magical wavin his Tek
I can make the whole mother****ing party and jet
Young stretch him in the house, waitin for you to