[Intro]
Yeah
M.P.A type shit, nigga
Turnt up in this mu'fucka
That green light, go
You know, them soulja's, nigga
M.P.A!
[Chorus]
I got soldiers, that stay laced up! Combat boots, on
-And, on my command; My soldiers come to shoot some'n
Wha-What's the use to havin' soldiers, you ain't gon' use 'em?
On my command! My soldiers runnin' up, to shoot some'n
My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*)
On my command!
My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*)
On my command!
My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*)
On my command!
My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*)
On my command!
[Chorus]
My shooter on command; I jumped them in, they pointin' sticks
Bad business... When you cross a Rollin'-60's Crip
Spike Lee; And I ain't talkin' 'bout a movie clip...
It's on me, my nigga
When my shooters come though; Sprayin' up yo' script
No 'First 48'; Louis gloves, no trace
Why the fuck you got soldiers? You ain't gon' let 'em spray the K
All mine, John Travolta; still just tryna take ya' face off
John Dillinger; I'm still comin' for ya' safehouse
Junkyard dog, I hope your an organ donor
All of my shooter are aiming straight, for your organs
All in your dreams like Freddy Krueger; I'm your nightmare!
When you see the chopstick... Get the fuck up outta there!
*Bhouaw**Bhouaw**Bhouaw**Bhouaw*
Red dot; Indian; Dead in the ceiling
Shooter, shootin'; They ain't missin'in
Set it off, Khadijah; Whole lead, Jada Pinkett
Rewind back the movie, like my name fukin', 'Cricket'
Layin' in yo' bushes, 'K chirpin'; Like a Cricket
Soldiers still strapped up, combat boots on
I don't think a nigga wanna blow my capsule...
Longway, nigga-Longway, nigga
[Chorus]
I got soldiers, that stay laced up! Combat boots, on
-And, on my command; My soldiers come to shoot some'n
Wha-What's the use to havin' soldiers, you ain't gon' use 'em?
On my command! My soldiers runnin' up, to shoot some'n
My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*)
On my command!
My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*)
On my command!
My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*)
On my command!
My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*)
On my command!
[Verse 2]
No hesitation; rollin' wit' da chopstick
Double wrap around; shooter, make sure he it
No hollow-tips; Blue ballistic
-Wit' da chopstick... Go ballistic
Austrian made machine gun; Hunnid' round drum
All blue dickies; Longway 60's crippin'
I'm a hood nigga, roll around wit' nun, but them hoodters
Tiny Loc's; totin' them pistols
Shoot his ass, 'til you see the fuckin' gristle
Words from the 'Big-Dog', "Shoot his wife and the Godchild"
My soldiers, they so navy seal; Sippin' out the double seal-
Leanin' on the wall, waitin' on a kill
'Desperado'; shootin' at my Tahoe
Bulletproof windows, on down to my wheels
Might be a lil' late to try to say your fuckin' grace-
Or even put your child all in your will (Not at all)
Sniper on the other end, waitin' on the kill
Boots untied... Boy, you ain't in the field
All my soldiers gettin' used, in the Battlefield
'Black-Ops' type nigga, goin' double kill
Salute!
*Baaup**Baaup**Baaup**Baaup**Baaup**Baaup*
I don't mind goin' get 'em
Rearrange your face; make it hard to identify
'No-Limit-Soldiers'; No subpoena, for a testify
Longway
[Chorus]
I got soldiers, that stay laced up! Combat boots, on
-And, on my command; My soldiers come to shoot some'n
Wha-What's the use to havin' soldiers, you ain't gon' use 'em?
On my command! My soldiers runnin' up, to shoot some'n
My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*)
On my command!
My shooters; they come to shoot (Shoot, shoot)
On my command!
My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*)
On my command!
My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*)
On my command!