Every Soldier In The Hood歌词

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Not moving, soon

Don't stand over there

Shaolin over here, chill, chill, chill, police, man

To every soldier in the hood, go in
To every real ******* holding, keep your ones on folding

Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive

Keep rolling, and keep your guns on swollen

To every soldier in the hood, go in
To every real ******* holding, keep your ones on folding

Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive

Keep rolling, and keep your guns on swollen
Aiyo, joint loaded, Lotus, big chain cobras

Cloth the certain way, notice

My style's new now, with generals Luau, drugs, guns

Chilling on the cool out, don't make me pop you, this is not cool

Guaranteed to give you something that works, your dump in the dirt
*******tting up blood, fingers is burnt
Many cycles when you fight in my walls,
It's like Michael and the Bulls
See a flying piece of iron, no lying

No fib and no bull*******tting, the *******nes is forbidden

We like Crouching Tiger, you just a ******* kitten

Bout to get that wig re-open and then smoked in
*******es is watching, snatch you in the open, yo

Twenty-four, seven, we legends, the myth, the riff, the gift

Shaolin bounded with more wiff

Clap 'em with them get down boys, we call them, them *******s

Who want it with us, we the belt holders in the business
To every soldier in the hood, go in
To every real ******* holding, keep your ones on folding
Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive

Keep rolling, and keep your guns on swollen

To every soldier in the hood, go in

To every real ******* holding, keep your ones on folding

Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive

Keep rolling, and keep your guns on swollen

Yo, ay, the streets be calling and *******t

A lot of veterans be calling it quits

They be calling my flow I'll, but still I'm never calling in sick

This is Meth Man, New York *******s calling me piff
******* the cops that be calling me Cliff, flag me down on the Concord
Police dogs all up in my whip
I get cake, women all in mix, they wanna jump in the six
And groupie *******s wanna jump in your flicks

We live the life, Scarfaces and guns, I used to fight for crumbs
Throw an ace, kick the dice and run

Plead your case, you ain't nice as son, I got the drive to win
So where you *******s get your license from?
Bite an ear, Mike Tyson, uh, that means dough and my nose itch

And coke fiends is blowing they noses
My team got C.R.E.A.M and you know this

So ******* get yours, before the door to opportunity closes

To every soldier in the hood, go in

To every real ******* holding, keep your ones on folding
Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive
Keep rolling, and keep your guns on swollen

To every soldier in the hood, go in
To every real ******* holding, keep your ones on folding
Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive

Keep rolling, and keep your guns on swollen