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Warriors by N Sane & Dead Soljah
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Me and Dead Soljah again. Order of Spit: Dead Soljah, N Sane Thanx to Myztery-n-Sneek.com / Trak Addicts for the beat.
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #922
Peak in subgenre #170
Author
N Sane & Dead Soljah
Uploaded
May 16, 2004
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MP3 2.4 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
(Dead Soljah) I stayed, Militant thru my life alwayz Killin shyt, that high might foplay Ya lungs, chest, shoot thru Razors n Lasors, crucial Gadgets, rachets, macks n stash when masters blast a bastard Wreak of havoc, decieve wit magic we see ya caskit Soljah, footsteps, creepin deep in the mist Cerebral Assassin, ghostly, the heat it exist releasin a clip, it runs out to the crease of your hip believe in the myth, or itll put a cease to your kids where would you be at, the day after the next one hold the best guns, who you stole your rep from? Huh?, you lie you die Tear half of ya face off and let you view me eye for eye its time for pride, to get shattered You couldnt b killed, they dont care, I had to prove to u if u did matter Ribs caved in, knees all twisted the wrong way Neck gone, now ya bitchez picture the foplay (N Sane) My blood, sweat and tears fall onto paper and it forms into words Come and meet your fuckin maker, I will storm on these herbs It's militant, I'm killin critics quick I posess will and wits, use your body to fill a ditch In you I'll drill a crucifix, took it like a man but you's a bitch What I mean is he didn't cry and shit but the mothafucka died too quick Won't feel too egotistical wit people dissin you Evil is acted, spoken, seen and listened to My commotion is bafflin, more ya come close - more I'm laughin Not boastin or braggin but I'm ghostin you faggots Your shit didn't last a month - went from November 3 to December 2 Yeah it was you who remembered me but I dismembered you Cause you was identical I had to put a dent in you Took off your limbs - I lessened you and I hope you learned your lesson duke Me I just roll wit Soljah, bust and hold the toaster Too hot, explode the whole sun, fuckin control the culture Can you really handle that? The straw that broke the camels back That's it, I went and turned ya tooth enamel black It was poste haste, get ya bones breaked Now there's a box in a grave with a stone engraved (Chorus) DS: We some warriors N Sane: I got my semis by my side DS: Quick shot N Sane: Will have ya niggas hit up in the ride DS: If you really got it right N Sane: Yo begin to keep it tight DS: Cause I'm a killer N Sane: That's why I got my semis by my side
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