| From the land where the constitution stand while niggas stumbling
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| Wondering, who is gone step up and stop the mumbling?
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| We all complain for better things
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| But who gonna bring the pain to make these muthafuckers shame
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| They weigh
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| My brother taught me that crime pays
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| We run up in another nigga shit with a.k.'s and Mob thirds
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| Who gone have the last word?
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| Yo team or mine
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| Why don’t we just rob them crackers blind
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| Quit being shine
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| My mind upsets me cause niggas a stress me
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| If yo ass don’t wanna be set free,
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| Don’t hinder me
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| I can see it from a mile away
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| I hate these muthafuckers
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| But I love the game they play
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| Like they so innocent
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| I know them fucking crackers bent
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| Cause niggas bent too
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| Look at all I been through
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| And I’m still running
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| Grab yo gun and grab yo bullet proof
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| But do not come if you ain’t gone put yo shit to use
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| Cause this a muthafucking war
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| Uncle Sam what’s yo ransom
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| I got yo nieces
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| Please, don’t make me blow these ho’s to pieces
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| Cause they increasing
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| Uncle Sam what’s yo ransom
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| Tell me what’s up
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| Got a message for the Pentagon
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| You fucking up
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| 50 bucks and a canteen
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| Dogding the trap never will I join the army bitch!
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| Don’t make me laugh
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| It’s war
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| My niggas is burning and giving in
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| Either you roll with them or they throw you in the pin
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| To win, was all I ever wanted to do
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| Would you do it for me (No)
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| Then I can’t do it for you
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| A soulja buddy, I was born on the base
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| Uncle Sam want who?, Get the fuck up out my face
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| The case is closed
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| I can’t be treated like a ho
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| No push-ups, no sit-ups, I tell ya hell no
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| I been in the army 22 years to today
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| I rock my fatigues, I rock my muthafucking yay
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| I sweep on the bump and let it rid e on y’all punks
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| The streets my army and I been ready off the jump
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| Muthafuckers I’ma soulja |