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Im draped in my army fatigue Blowing on green trees In the navigator, and keep the heat for them playa hatas [Chorus x2] [Silkk the Shocker] Now look at murda, murda, murda And this kill, kill, kill This shits real Stay strapped and capped, to get pealed And mama always told me If you aint down to ride with god Down to die with god You aint no mother fucking soldier No limit datted on my back salvadorian and my stomach Cuz ima salvadorian mother fucking fool Uhhh, show me love Cuz when I salvadorian make music with thugs, I make moves Well im coming out hard I was coming out large Seen this guy named van I bring the pain Look everybody coming out stars See now me, C, and Snoop in da coupe In da house thinking about loop I told niggas Rap shit isnt bad, I blast'em, So I ask'em, I shoot Just a young nigga bout raising hell and makin mail If you a trip I told you I was making this shit on bail (that's cool) Back up nigga, cant flame that shit like drugs And see ima nigga, im gonna hang like a nigga Bang that shit like it was crips and bloods Now deal weed nigga Strapped up in my fatigue Cant hold me down Don't even trip my nigga Snoop If you a soldier now Do what ya think bitch For this
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