Jus me, DatNigga Shorty
This ya boi, DatNigga Shorty. I started off writin one day when my girl pissed me off. Now I'm wit Third Saw Soldiers till the day i die, son!
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Story behind the song
Lettin them kno about the crew, cuz we an army nigga!!!
Lyrics
Ad-Lib (Gunny Hartman)
I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your Senior Drill Instructor. From now on you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be Sir. Do you maggots understand. (Sir, yes sir) Bullshit! I can't hear you, sound off like you have a pair. (Sir, yes sir!)
Chorus:
We an army nigga, tell me whatchu gon' do?
We be trainin' these niggas jus to join up in our crew
This is Fort Wayne Finest and we runnin' these streets,
Cuz we Folk 4 life and we'll neva be beat!
DatNigga Shorty:
Yo my name is Shorty, but ya bet not get me wrong
I got a loaded .44 that I'll aim at ya dome
And I'll blow ya brains all ova ya motherfuckin home
But before I do that, Imma give you this phone
So that you can warn ya boys and tell them what we gon' do
And that they gon' be next when we finish witchu
Cuz we an army nigga tell me whatchu gon' go,
If you try to run up on us you gon' end up very few
Jus landed back in town and I'm known as the Ruthless
Gonna hold down the block and you know Imma prove this,
That these niggas can't be fuckin wit me, when my niggas runnin wit me,
And my niggas gunnin for me, these bitch niggas be runnin from me.
They ain't ready for me, cuz I'm the one
That be trainin these niggas to be killin jus for fun
Cuz we soldiers and I thought I told ya that we don't stop
Now it's a proven fact that you won't step up on my block!
Chorus
Gunny Hartman:
Because I am hard you will not like me, but the more you hate me the more you will learn. I am hard, but I am fair. There is no racial bigotry here. I do not look down on dykes, wops, or greasers. Here you are all equally worthless, and my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps!
Young Famo (aka Baby C):
It is F-O-R-T W-A-Y-N-E
F-I-N-E-S-T, B-A-B-Y to the C
U dont want it wit me, I am a tragedy
Comin' to me dog u betta come wit a strategy
Cuz I'm jus a killa also known as a victim
Nigga betta understand cuz when I shoot I dont miss 'em
I hit em in they chest, I hit em in face
Have they face filled wit led and I'm disgracin they race
So why dont u understand? What u talkin? Where u at?
What u talkin? Hit me up on that boost mobile hit me back
Cuz u kno it's chirp chirp hit me wit that motorola
On the block i got coca cola so nigga u a solo
U dont want it wit me, u say u roll hard
U say u roll deep but u aint seen my yard
If u come on my block u already seen us
We tha muthafuckin killas, u stuck up in Toys-R-Us!
Chorus
