Übersetzung: Eine Bedrohung für Krieg. Interself.
'all U.P.T. connect Keepin' it real Give em a lil respect We doin' it just like that [Mac] Feel the wrath of a solja, the Crescent City Jesus I pack a tre-deuce, got a
Nigga we'll kill you I'm ready for combat, a solider on the frontline Take me to the streets, nigga mothafuck a punchline It only take one time, for you to send a death threat
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz [E.D.I. Amin] War Time War Time, it's either yourz or mine Outlawz be on a grind, and a mission to shine
full of thug faces Momma gave a ni**a breath, a life of stress I invest in a vest and makin ni**az watch they every step Label me a threat and I ain'
quick to peel a bitch Whether it's a nigga or a hoe, a hoe get in my way, then that ass gots to go Cause a nigga steady plottin I serves hit for hit,
Kid talking] [Hook] (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier
fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. A
disasters, I'm just prayin' there be some pieces to put together after Oil spills after hurricane Katrina, Kim Jong I'll sending threats from North Korea The middle east, war
That's a wrap for me My niggas in the street ya bust a cap for me Put my face on the wall plus I'm being a whore Read a verse from St. Peter and that'
: She could be no good, I'm telling you Gather round boys for a tale that is tragic and true On the Mississippi riverboat, "Magnolia" No one onboard
clip with a written Can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing But it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it
not talking about a pencil Look at what the fuck you dun got into I see you found your nitch you're just a bitch with a menstral Claiming you a murderer
fall down a cement flight of steps And land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind You and a friend Can jump off of a bridge and if
with lead and talkin' bout a pencil Lookit what the fuck you done got into I see you found yo niche, you just a bitch wit a menstrol Claimin' you a
This is the hour of your reckoning No more arsenal threatens all Heading for a downfall Mass destruction, mass destruction Mass destruction for all
hair You'll be fighting for life, scratching and gagging Panicking, gasping for air, suffocating from no-wind syndrome Like somebody cut the neck of a
to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) [Verse One: U-God]
