Uh ha, what? Young Soldierz in this motherfucker

And Wiz, is it bout time? Yeah, alright

It's on, nineteen ninety fuck



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Now everybody wanna pack a Glock

when all the time niggas know, that'cha skins get locked

It takes a nigga like me, cos I can see thru the fake

You niggas make it sound good, but you niggas is cupcakes



Ass out if you're the last (nigga)

to feel the wrath when I blast (nigga)

Figure I can make a motions for murder

Mass destruction, discussions unheard of

Fuck the script, I feel the pow's in and out of town

And now it's on-a, just from city, to 300

See it's a shame on how these lames keepin up the game

Fuckin up the game for the next real nigga

Until my Gz do it, time to stay cell block

Stay strong while Gz get your ride on

I been there and done that, no tellin

if I ever come back but if I do, I ain't scared of it

See some niggas call drug busts, non-plussed

Swear to God, only momma had it sewed up

So fuck the company cos ya best ta keep on walkin

while you can, 'fore my Doggs start barkin, man

Hangin out late night, off the shee-ba

All's we heard is they got what they de-served

See up in trojans, spit the game a little more than that

Then I be fuckin off the game before the next nigga

Never test what you can't keep

Cos if I need it, I'ma get it, if I want it, I'ma take it

I'm undisputed, undefeated, might've even cheated

I'm highly weeded, so much you get'cha ass heated

I know it might sound like a nigga sayin somethin

But me and my niggas ain't give nothin, yeah

For one magical wavin his Tek

I can make the whole motherfucker party and jet

Young stretch him in the house, waitin for you to