19. 2Pac ft. Buckshot & Smif-n-Wessun - Military Minds [Better Dayz] | Текст песни

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• Military Minds [Better Dayz]

[Intro - 2Pac]
Stand in formation, my motherfuckin real troopers
Let's do it like soldiers - all and together now!
Ready? Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready
No retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!
Do it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggin, uhh - YES YES YES
Say what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?
Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?
Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?
Where my real thugs, where ya at?!
Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer
Real thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin home
Do it to 'em, do it to 'em
They love the way we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em

[Verse One: 2Pac]
Some press the revolution of premeditated scheme
Introduce a drug called crack, to us ghetto teens
Got a law for raw niggas, now playa what it be like?
When will niggas see they got us bleedin with three strikes
Can't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this
Got these Devils petrified, hidin from my hocus-pocus
And so I learned to earn my currency and over time
Affiliated, clearly click a military mind
May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox
Thugged out and drug dealin, from the womb to the block
My live mind got me survivin five rounds
My forty-five got my fortified with live rounds
When shit's thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits
All hail, out on bail, raps the 2Pacalypse
Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp

[Verse Two: Cocoa Brovaz]
(Tek)
They called us for assignment, one of the squad's finest
Skills in guerilla warfare and blessed with refinement
My rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessions
Says I'm responsible for black Smif-N-Wessun
Puttin likkle yout's in a military state of mind
Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined
Cocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline
Test de sound and ye dead same ti-ime

(Steele)
Man to man, I'm facin the Devil with a plan
Judo stance, first glance, I'm makin my advance
Animal instincts, intelligence of an assassin
Masked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack
I react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me
Never forget the method, stick and move strictly
Shit be seemin like it's closin in
With no regrets I hold position
Cause I suppose I'm one of the chosen men

[Verse Three: Buckshot]
Picture bein put in a position to move
And you can't move cause your move is blocked by the knight
At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins
So I start to focus in, my thoughts on the war
Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by
Is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI
Why try if ya body lie
By the block true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll
(This is how we ride)

[Boot Camp Clik]
Stick and move, time to show 'em how to make a move
Or get moved on, let's see who strong

[Verse Four: Cocoa Brovaz]
(Tek)
In the gaze of the strange, where nothin stays the same
Where new faces come through with similar game
Now who you thought was them, really ain't
They catchin deja vus of the game people play
It's a call for readjustment, fine tune yo' position
You slippin and trippin 'stead of bobbin and dippin
But never let this world of stress get the best of me
Takin breathin techniques, slay you with Tai-Chi

(Steele)
What does it take, to get a break in the world of snakes
And dose who fake, elimination I'm facin destruction
Outlawed, so I +Duck+ and +Down+
Fo'-fo' is bustin, no one to trust in
Rushin to the goal line
Catch a nigga beat him treat him like he stole him
No swine I'm a soldier, soldier I control mine
Time to, take you, back into time - follow dis here

[Verse Five: Buckshot]
One way out, this black hole
For this blac

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