Militant lyrics

by

Uncle Murda


[Chorus:]
All my n*ggas gangbang
Black flag on the right side
Glock 40s got clips
Ski masks on the night time
Light that b*tch n*gga up
Might not be a next time
That art of war sh*t we living it
All my n*ggas be militant (all my n*ggas be militant) (X5)

[Verse 1:]
All my n*ggas be militant
All black on like a motherf*cking terrorist
Got a couple shots for these boys like medicine
Scream out free my n*ggas at their sentencing
n*ggas wanna play kid games
Too old for this sh*t
Glock 9 and a black rolls royce in this b*tch
Park up start throwing crows in this b*tch
Get a n*gga wet like a got a hose in this b*tch
Gun play and all that, I'm bout it
You don't wanna die now, i doubt it
Wanna roll with a king? How 'bout it
Pull up in the benz coupe, hop out it
All my n*ggas be militant
Don't these little n*ggas look menacing?
Pull up on the block get a word like a reverend
Shots keep coming like a bunch of text messages

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
All my n*ggas be militant
No refs, [?] free life we living it
Caught up in the game still here We been in it
40 cal underneath the suit like a gentleman
One more time for the homies in the pen
See you when you're free or when they put me in
Up daydreaming, huggin on that mac 10
Lame ass industry, won't let a thug in
From the start I told them I don't like these n*ggas
Im different, now tell em I ain't like these n*ggas
Caught in the street I indict these n*ggas
Then I tell the little homies dont sight these n*ggas
Tell them not to push me, i'll do it
Hands on the Ak, i shoot it
All these n*ggas b*tch made, i knew it
n*gga if you G'd up then prove it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
All my hittas be militant
If my n*ggas dealing rocks, they slinging sh*t
Get it right back then we triple it
Get it out the gutter motherf*cker we whipping it
Chin check n*gga we stitching em
Black ski masks and some timberlands
If it ain't about the money we ain't listening
Sorrounded by the real if you phoney keep your distances
We ain't gon' play this that KOB 2
Want wave or main its whoever she choose
Go against the grain I would hate to be you
Shooters gon' spray at his fitted he through
Shoulda played that sh*t cool
One time for the real n*ggas
Two time for the real hitters
Y'all n*ggas computer thugs
Ain't really bout it yall be catfishing
Come at us the wrong way
Catch you and your man slipping
Double clips from far away
Got a n*gga backflipping
Creeping at his mom's place
They can change their addresses
We don't leave a calm case herbie call the paramedics
And no i don't glorify murder
I ain't never kill nobody
But a n*gga act tough
My n*ggas gonna be shooting sh*t up
Or they gon' have to shut down that party

[Chorus]

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