Ur In Da Army (S.A.S)

Babycakes, your in a foreign land Uncle Sam does the best he can You're in the army now Oh-oh, you're in the army, now Now you remember what the draftman said Nothing to do all day but stay in bed You're in the army now Oh-oh, you're in the army, now This is thuggery, yo I'm thuggin', see Nurses said I need 3 months of recovery (That's what they said) They was loving me, plus they was rubbing me Shit, I'll shoot a sucker free just to show 'em I'm sucker-free Slewin' the booth, pursuin' the truth You're in the army now, I'm the one recruitin' the troops So yeah (yeah) This is a leadership, hop on this leader ship But you ain't leading shit No, you ain't a leader prick I been had metal on my hip Way before I got into beef and got metal in my hip Ah, calm you crooks, you gwaan and shook You don't wanna go to war like Sadaam and Bush, you're puss Yo my weapon long (Brraat) We can get it on (Brraat) It's some Blitzkreig, Vietnam, Desert Storm And, and, when you thought I passed away I'm on the operatin' table for like half a day See I'm a soldier Loading the Glock Reload and it's cocked to pop Whether you know it or not, shit (You're in the army) Yo it's war in these little streets North, south, or west, it feels like the middle east All the ballin's over This is a commemoration for my fallen soldiers, yeah Who Dares Win, so strat me clown I spray these rounds until you niggaz can't be found I remember days I was pitchin' crack, tryna duck squalie Now I'm a Diplomat, and a rap artist Find me where my niggaz at Turn the block, Barney And Blood, when them triggers clap, you will not harm me Your boy getting loot for days I breeze by you, cologne smell like Joop & Haze Me, Adamu, troops who blaze Them Rugers, K's One phonecall, moves is made Rep 9-Treezy gang, that's a shout to the set Got clout and bagauettes, I'm about my respect So, get prepared if you scared Cuz this shit here make niggaz disappear It's all timin', rhymin', grindin', shinin' Dipset bitch, read in between them diamonds A few O's spare, I move those, yeah With two guns on me like "Nigga, who goes there" I'm in the army Loading the Glock Reload and it's cocked to pop Whether you know it or not, shit (You're in the army) Yo it's war in these little streets North, south, or west, it feels like the middle east All the ballin's over This is a commemoration for my fallen soldiers, yeah Who Dares Win, so strat me clown I spray these rounds until you niggaz can't be found Reportin' to you guys, reportin' to you live (from where) From the corner, that's my bitch, I'm on her (Yes) I hug her, I love her, I trust her with my life Like a brother, like a mother, like a wife And nuthin' else The kid struggled to get to stardom Now I'm on, it's on, yeah it's big trouble in little Harlem Fuck fightin' a war, catch me fightin' on tour Least I know who I'm fightin', what I'm fightin' him for They say we shouldn't fight for colors on a rag Well, we shouldn't, like we shouldn't fight for colors on a flag America, open your eyes to the facts There's a war goin' on and it's not in Iraq Uh-uh, Bush smerkin' (yup) The hood's hurtin' (yup) It's a drought, nobody getting good work in (yup) Fiends is cranky, I'm seeing lately Hustlers, plottin', watchin' and seeming shaky In the army Loading the Glock Reload and it's cocked to pop Whether you know it or not, shit (You're in the army) Yo it's war in these little streets North, south, or west, it feels like the middle east All the ballin's over This is a commemoration for my fallen soldiers, yeah Who Dares Win, so strat me clown I spray these rounds until you niggaz can't be found