I was a juvenile stuck to the G-Code (Yeah) This aint a rap song, nigga this is my life (this is my life) And if the hood was a battlefield then I'd earn
was a juvenile stuck to the G-Code (Yeah) This aint a rap song, nigga this is my life (this is my life) And if the hood was a battlefield then I'd earn
made, It's one for all... (Will I meet my maker) Over the top, over the top. Right now it's killing time X3 The only way out is to die. God has spoken
down down down down, Down, Down, Baby are you down down down down down, Down, Down, Even if the sky is falling down, LiL Wayne (Verse 3) Even
movin cane, runnin in and out When them people came, know the game, shut ya fuckin mouth [Chorus] [Verse 3:] You a part time soldier runnin in the battlefield
and abused, I'm used to rhythm of rebel I've been fightin this shit with the volume level up to ten and spendin my time on the rhyme battlefield Watchin
and the really tight skirts Where if somebody moves then somebody gets hurt! From Decatur down to CP, and EP Adamsville to the Battlefield it's D.T.P. [Chorus] [Verse 3
got ends So hold your breath, and wait for God And when you get here, tell him that you need a job Because shit is hard, in the battlefield And the
quick Mechanical legs, mechanical legs Rockets on the battlefield Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven Now, meow, blah Rockets on the battlefield
about you Or your bitch 'cause I'll go like psycho Like Michael, load this fuckin' rifle Start blastin' at bitches motherfucker, yeah 'cause I'm a psycho Out that 3
up wit heated flames [Chorus] On my moma I'm a bring you drama if you pick before dishonor in the battlefield Nigga we'll put them flames on ya (Repeat 3
3 in the making, murdered the exhibition team finish Beat the ref senseless No timeout extended play papers over your intermission And increasing the battlefield
Majors everywhere Calling Generals and Majors, hey Your World War 3 is drawing near, World War 3 Generals and Majors ah ah! They're never too far From battlefields
niggas tryin to be Hard But the problem is you be tryin too hard It's silkk the shocker and gc, meet me uptown Third ward, cp, apartment 3b We mobb niggas
, a happy meal Rude awakening after rude awakening I'm asking y'all to be police until I match the blood on the battlefield With the gleam in my eye
have anything to lose! Use me! rip me off! accuse me... The message is clear - no success! No success! no success! (x3) You are a soldier on the industrial battlefield
abouts are presently unknown And he is presumed missing The Vice President, Secretary of State And principals of the military are assembling Our nation stands at DEFCON 3
motherfuckin matchin coat I'm dynamite like J.J. Me and Baby Damn, Damn, Damn is what the bitches say [Baby] I visit my mama grave 3 days a week I ride
