Текст песни Ur In Da Army

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

Verse 1

Mega:

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

Hook

S.A.S.

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

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Mayhem:

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

Hook

Verse 3

Juelz Santana:

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

Hook