Текст песни
Talking
Chorus-DJ Paul-(8x)
I'd rather die a soldier
Than nigga live a coward
(Lord Infamous)
Bullets are spittin' alright
I will let the metal slide
I'm layin wit' late at night
The hindus state you will die
I know you lay petrified
Cause Infamous set you right
Wit' shotguns and falsty knives
That blow you clear out of sight
You're wit' all your might
Your conscious is stayin' by
You all in that sacrifice
I'm going off ignified
The rope round yo' neck is tight
You pop out your fuckin' knives
And that way you'll never cry,never cry
(Lachat)
Now nigga how you gonna act like
You didn't fuck up
So accept the fact
How many times you've been warned
It's murder when ya fuck wit' Chat
Don't need your sorrow or your pity
Should've thought before you did it
Ash to ash and dust to dust
Ya'll rest in space
You know Chat when a motherfucker run on up
Yeah youse a great bitch
Just letting you know got thoughts of red
Oh,no remorse I buck you down wit' da .44
Never see my cowards
I got too much pride to let it ride
My nigga it's whatever
We can buck it out til ???
Chorus-8x
(Project Pat)
Comin' like a duck a
You know I came for trouble
Some thug wit' the crosser
Hollow let a bust a
The hood for da money
Comin' from a junkie
Yo' nose kinda runny
You feel like a mummy
Yo' car gets a crummy
But mine's gettin' phatter
Yo' lips gettin' black a
To me it don't matter
Ya pay whatch owe a
Pla-ya fashoa
True mentality of a ghetto soldier
(T-Rock)