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Killarmy - Militant lyrics
f/ U-God *helicopter sounds* [Hook: 9th Prince + (U-God)] Shoot down planes, war games, in the black Range with the snipe for aim cuz yo (it's militant) Phillipine bitches in the black tint, commando Showdown at the main event (it's militant) We carry hand grenades, ooh-ahhs, and AK's They troops, muddy boots, bulletproof Lex coupes (it's militant) [B9] Two G, Eiloheine, submachine, [B9] AT magazines, courage under fire (we killin shit) [9th Prince] Aiyyo fatigue, G.I.Joe's in armored tanks American heroes covered with paint, black and gold like the Saints Commandoes got rank, no blanks Spill (?) Valentine, Afghan tinges at my team gun shank I rack the 12 gauge, Shogun voices like exotic warfare You die when you feel the bass, you dressed to kill Let it play Six the Hard Way - we let off like 47 AK's Okay, okay? [Beretta 9] Yo, walls all red don, Killa-Arm recon Our fleet bomb, all year long, surrender arms Black Napoleon, petroleum, blitzkreig Mongolian Missle whistle on the approach, sendin militiamen Foxhole, fire in the hole, lick a shot slow Y'all know, y'all analog niggaz best take a stroll Or wind up in critical - passed out, mobile army Surgical hospital, last bout niggaz, last bout niggaz Beretta on the trigger y'all - how could you figure?! Marksman status [Chorus] [Dom Pachino] Evacuate the war, finger pop glocks, fuck AK's Make love to M-16's, when I step on the scene With a fat mack and a fat stack, magazine Camoflauge kinda swamp green Cream for my face, cadets get laced from the neck up Taste the blood from a leaf cut, you been struck You weak fuck, Killarmy's the best Affiliated with the best, so there's no contest And when we launch these missles they be no one left Terrorists, blow smoke niggaz choke, hold ya breath and went, niggaz lay rounds on the block where's the ref? [Shogun Assassin] Great scott, check my diabolical plots I got a fetish for the fiendish, fuck the drama shit this be that hit This murder in the first degree, and death be your penalty When you try to mimic the army you become a casualty of World War Three We come through back to back, every man strapped, ready to handle that Pre-cocked, ready to trigger that Sauna raps, live on stage, at the Basker's, swordsman strike back Lash out on attack, slash through ya back Got a deal, a murder contract, to assassinate ya calmly on this track [Chorus] - 2X |
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