Tonalité : A minor•
Intro 1
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C
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C
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Now let me see
Verse 1
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you war cry
We soldiers till the day we die
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If you're down put them pistols high
Am
Yeah now let me see you war cry
We riders till the day we die,
always ready when it's time to ride
Uh -huh, now let me see you war cry
We gangsters till the day we die,
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cuz those streets be like the front line
Am
Yeah, now let me see you war cry
And put them pistols high,
now let me see you war cry
High -powered soldiers
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All my high -powered soldiers
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report to roll call
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Bm
Am
Stand tall, click up on a mission
and never fall
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Am
Forever ball, shoot for the stars,
I want it all
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Garage full of luxury rides
C
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and platinum walls
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Protected by Vessas,
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Mini -14s, and SKSs
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Molly call the 2 -2 -3's
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for them busters that wanna test us
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Livin' like I'm Scarface,
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eatin' en emies for breakfast
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Ever since my adolescence,
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they blame me for livin' reckless
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And is that what's gotta be
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done
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to make motherfuckers respected?
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Bust shells in the gates,
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one trigger will quickly spread it
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Fools get hit with guillotines,
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I leave motherfuckers beheaded
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On the verge of self -destruction,
C
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lawful one, crime committed
Am
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Glad I did it, lack of evidence
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equals criminal acquitted
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Am
Destination, front line, 1 -3,
you know the digits
Back up in the city,
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Am
ridin' until the day I finish
Mr. Criminal
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Motherfucker,
Am
be the name you cannot
Now let me see you all cry,
we soldiers till the day we die
Bm
Am
If you dare, put them pistols high, yeah
Now let me see you all cry,
we riders till the day we die
Always ready when it's time to ride,
uh -huh
Now let me see you all cry,
we gangsters till the day we die
Bm
Cause the streets be like the front line
Am
Yeah, now let me see you all cry,
and put them pistols high
Now let me see you all cry,
high power soldiers
Bm
I'm a motherfuckin' soldier,
Am
specter, and army fatigue
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Fuck with me, I'll be the reason
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that you no longer breathe
Because I'm sick,
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Am
it's like I've been diagnosed with the disease
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And anytime I get a strap,
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I can't do nothing but squeeze
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Am
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Hopping out on motherfuckers,
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busting on enemies
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Am
The .357'll bring a grown man to his knees
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And off a full bottle, hit full throttle
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And leave your chest hollow
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No evidence behind,
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so the cops, they can't follow
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Cause I'm a soldier, homie,
don't test me if you don't know me
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Don't make me have to arrange
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your death ceremony
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Am
Cause your life's at the end line,
and fool, I ain't it
Just remember the name,
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C
they're Mr. Criminals
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Am
Who said it, I'm a true Bruce O'Donnell
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Am
And the Southern Cali men
is bombing on the pathetic
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Am
Talkin' shit, you get no credit
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for the stress that I pack
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I got a motherfuckin' vetted,
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screamin' I'm a war cry
C
Till the day that
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Now let me see your war cry
We soldiers till the day we die
Bm
If you dare, put them pistols high
Am
Yeah, now let me see your war cry
We riders till the day we die
Always ready when it's time to ride
Uh -huh, now let me see your war cry
We gangsters till the day we die
Bm
Cause the streets be like the front line
Am
Yeah, now let me see your war cry
And put them pistols high
Now let me see your war cry
High -powered soldiers
It's Lil Tweety,
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Am
the one and only indivisible
I'm with the homie criminal,
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Am
you motherfuckers think
You're invisible,
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can't fuck with this label,
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what makes you think
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Am
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You could be able to fuck with the gang,
C
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your fucking levels nev er hang
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Bm
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You on the bang of the streets,
I put your bitches to seats
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I disrespect what you see,
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I know it's hard for
you to believe
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Somebody my size, open your eyes
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Bm
C
I pull the trigger, ain't a fucking surprise
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Am
So many nights could be said,
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Am
so many tries could be done
See I'm the one you love to hate,
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Am
ever since 88
Ain't no silly sucker checkmate,
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Am
motherfucker versus dunce
I'm the one that won't stop,
C
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got guns ready to pop
Am
Bm
You can run, you can hide,
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but you won't get away
When the tanks pop,
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just face the homie
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Fuck what they say,
I'm what the streets created
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Am
Don't hate it, you get baited
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Road crime is what we made it,
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cause I made it to be
Am
Now let me see you all cry
We soldiers till the day we die
Bm
If you dare, put the pistols high
Am
Yeah, now let me see you all cry
We riders till the day we die
Always ready when it's time to ride
Uh -huh, now let me see you all cry
We gangsters till the day we die
Bm
Cause the streets be like the front line
Am
Yeah, now let me see you war cry
Yeah, put them pistols high
Now let me see you war cry
High power soldiers
Let me see you fuckin' war cry
That's right
I'm a high power soldier
Reports a roll call, that's it
Ha ha
Yeah, Mr. Criminal
The homie Little Tweety
Puttin' it down
Y 'all still rippin' it up
in the fuckin' rap game
Comin' up like that
High power entertainment, that's it
Ha ha
Bm
Am
Now let me see you war cry
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