Lyrics Respect Da Shield - U.S.D.A., ROCCETT, 211

Respect Da Shield - U.S.D.A., ROCCETT, 211
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Respect Da Shield, artist - U.S.D.A.
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English

Respect Da Shield

Haha!
You niggas wann' play, mayn?
You niggas wann' war?
We’ll take you to war!
This tha shield mayn!
C-T-E mayn!
You dunno whatchu fuckin' wit! (Phureal)
You niggas wann' play? — We got somethin' hot for ya
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for ya (Brrraa)
USDA (Aye!), Respect Tha Shield!
USDA (Aye!), Respect Tha Shield!
You niggas wann' play? — We got somethin' hot for ya
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for ya
USDA (Aye!), Respect Tha Shield!
USDA (Aye!), Respect Tha Shield!
It’s the shield, who wann' problems wit the 4 letters (Who?)
Thunder storm, on ya block give ya bad weather (Hahaa)
All black hoodie, all black gloves leather (Leather)
MossBerg hitcha chest, lift ya like a feather (Suckas!)
And I keep a clip of young truth’s fine (Brrraa)
Bustin' at chya azz like them boys at Blood Dime (Blood Dime)
Grimin' wit it, but tha boys stay shine (Sheeh!)
Baby choppa' armor to jack it in the line (Talk to em')
You gon' bump and I knock off ya face
Witout the clippers nigga, you can get a fresh fade
You loose-lipped niggas finn' to get buttoned up
The Shield’s here nigga, time to straighten up (Phureal!)
I’mma leave a man in an abandoned building, screamin' for The Lord
No feet no hands and includin' a broken jaw (Yup!)
Dress ya like a rapper so you don’t feel left out
On the same shirt were got Kanye’s chest out (Woo)
No goofy for the uzi, the semi-auto to mac 11
A.K. 47 leave his brains on the front yard
Infront of ya daughter, ya son or his grandpa
Hommies in the street deep, lookin' like a Trump squad
I’mma kill 'em, just gimme a clip
I got blue everywhere, like it’s revenge of The Crips
Holes in ya body the size of a Bellagio chips
Yeah Roccett Locc’s burner, boy as hot as it gets
Gimme everythang nigga, this the 211
Run upon 'em, pull the pistol out, my .87 (Cla-Clack!)
Blood money, yeah we cashin' out mills (Okayye!)
Disrespect The Shield and get killed (Chyeah!)
Nah, it ain’t a game dogg, it’s real in the field (Aye!)
X amount of shells pop-a-nigga like a pill
Top down on the old' school 'Ville
Chromed hunned spokes on the mothafuckin' wheels
Trapstar, I got work in the area (In the area!)
United Streets D-Boyz of America (U-S-D-Ayy!)
Betcha life tat the MossBerg’ll a bury ya (Bury ya!)
They gone have to call a coroner to carry ya (Hahaa)

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