Military Minds (feat. Co Co Brothers & Buckshot)

Suppress the revolution, a premeditated scheme

Introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens

Got a law for raw **** now, player, what it be like?

When will **** see they got us bleeding with three strikes?

Can't seem to focus, hopeless, with violent thoughts, I wrote this

Got these devils petrified, hiding from my hocus pocus

And so, I learned to earn my currency in overtime

Affiliated, clearly click a military mind

May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox

Thugged out and drug dealing, from the womb to the block

My live mind got me surviving five rounds (Shots)

My .45 got me fortified with live rounds

When shit stick, we plot hits, when our Glock spits

All hail, out on bail, wrath of the 2Pacalypse

Forever ghetto, necessary picture food stamps

Outlaw Thug **** never left the boot camp

They called us for assignment, one of the squad's finest

Skills in guerrilla warfare and blessed with refinement

My rap sheet contains sections of bomb sessions

Says I'm responsible for black Smith 'N Wesson

Putting local Yorks in a military state of mind

Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined

Co Co Brothers upon the borderline

Test the sound and you're dead, same time

Man to man, I'm facing the devil with a plan

Judo stance, first glance, I'm making my advance

Animal instincts, intelligence of an assassin

Masked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack

I react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me

Never forget the method, stick and move strictly

Shit me seeming like it's closing in

With no regrets, I hold position

'Cause I suppose I'm one of the chosen men

Picture being put in a position to move

And you can't move 'cause your move was blocked by the knight

At 12 o'clock, that's when the madness begins

So I start to focus in

My thoughts on the war 'cause the rule is the law

And the law that we live by is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI

Why try if your body lie by the block?

True soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll (This is how we ride)

Stick and move

Time to show 'em how to make a move

Or get moved on

Let's see who's strong

In the days of the strange where nothing stays the same

Where new faces come through with similar game

Now who you thought was them really ain't they

Catching déjà vues of the game people play

It's a call for readjustment, fine tune your position

You slipping and tripping 'stead of bobbing and dippin'

But never let this world of stress get the best of me

Taking breathing techniques, slay you with Tai Chi

What does it take to get a break in the world of snakes?

And those who fake elimination, I'm facing destruction

Outlawed, so I'm ducking down

Four-four is busting, no one to trust in

Rushing to the goal line

Catch a ****, beat him, treat him like he stole mine

No swine, I'm a soldier, told you, I control I mine

Time to take you back into time

Follow this here

One way out this black hole

For this black soul, shit is outta control

I'm fighting for my position to be a fetus in this world I'm entering

And my face is sentencing for  repentance

Before my body was fully formed into a human

I was already consuming weed

'Cause my moms used to smoke back in the 70s

Maybe that's why, in the 90s, I drop Gs when I drop degrees

When I ease across the block with Pac

Got all y'all **** shocked

You didn't think Boot Camp Clique would link with an Outlaw mind?

If you do, you press rewind

And you can peep guerrilla tactics in every line

Yeah, and this is how we do it

Where my real thugs, where they at?

Let me see my real thugs, now where you at?

Won't ya see my real thugs, where you at?

Let me see my real thugs, where you at now?

Where my real thugs, let me see where you at

Tell me where my real thugs, gots to see where you at

Where's my soldiers, where you at?

Where my real soldiers, where you at?

Where my soldiers at, where you at, where you at?

Get your strap, my ****, where you at, where you at?

Where my soldiers at, where you at, whatcha at?

Getcha, thug ****, where you at with your strap?

Where my soldiers at, where my true thug ****?

No longer drug dealers

Cause we now thug ****, where my soldiers at?

No longer drug dealers

Cause we now thug ****, let me, where my?

Where my soldiers at? Put your pistols in the air

Where my soldiers at? Put your guns up

Tell me, where my soldiers at? Put your pistols in the air

Where my soldiers, my true thug rollers?

Yes, it just doesn't quit, yes

Yes, this is that real hip-hop shit, yes

Fuck what you heard

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant every word

Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?

Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?

Put your hand on your pistol, put your pistols in the air

Where my soldiers at, where my soldiers at?

Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?

Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?

When Bob Dole and Delores Tucker wanna know

Where my soldiers at? Go vote