[Intro]

That's all we got, we gonna need

Choose, you ready

Yeah, let's do this shit

Yeah, yeah, yo who be that?

Yo that's the God?

Yeah, word up, niggas gotta learn to fuckin answer me dude

I want 'em all, fuck that

Shaolin, Shao!!!



[King Just]

What, what, my Gods is raced up

The thought that I throw is like a blow to your gut

Word up, what the fuck, the God creates drama

Two-Six horror, terrorize the nigga mama

I smell marce in the air, yeah

Where, all my Gods standin right here

In the rear, tryin to sneak me from behind

Shaolin, rush 'em, nah nah he's mines

Die Earth scum, die, die

It's just like a needle goin straight to my eye

Oh why, does it have to be this way

I don't know, but I flip the shit everyday

So come on, where you at, where you at

Pass me my gat, I'ma kill a cat, if they ever fuck wit the rats

And that be the shit in my life

The God ain't trife, yikes, yikes

Fool strikes, kung fu, killa comin through

Ooh, that be that nigga from the Zoo

But yet ya wanna ask me, how I slam a jam

It's simple, all I do is gram on a gram in a cracker

Hit ya like a linebacker, I'mma gat ya

When I get ya, I'mma blast ya

Blaow, like Kool Moe Dee, how ya like me know

When my style is ill, raow raow



[Chorus 6X]

Shaolin Soldiers! (Hey!)



[King Just]

Enough is enough, wit this corn ball stuff

About who can get rough and tough, or who can get snuffed

Please, if you came to battle, then rap

Cuz your name ain't Scarface, and you don't own no gat

You ain't hurtin nothin, ain't no future in frontin

You probably ain't even sayin nuthin

Yo you're bluffin, puttin like your styles is phat

But your r