[Chorus:]
All my n***as gangbang
Black flag on the right side
Glock 40s got clips
Ski masks on the night time
Light that bitch n***a up
Might not be a next time
That art of war shit we living it
All my n***as be militant (all my n***as be militant) (X5)

[Verse 1:]
All my n***as be militant
All black on like a motherfucking terrorist
Got a couple shots for these boys like medicine
Scream out free my n***as at their sentencing
N***as wanna play kid games
Too old for this shit
Glock 9 and a black rolls royce in this bitch
Park up start throwing crows in this bitch
Get a n***a wet like a got a hose in this bitch
Gun play and all that, I'm bout it
You don't wanna die now, i doubt it
Wanna roll with a king? How 'bout it
Pull up in the benz coupe, hop out it
All my n***as be militant
Don't these little n***as look menacing?
Pull up on the block get a word like a reverend
Shots keep coming like a bunch of text messages

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[Verse 2:]
All my n***as be militant
No refs, [?] free life we living it
Caught up in the game still here We been in it
40 cal underneath the suit like a gentleman
One more time for the homies in the pen
See you when you're free or when they put me in
Up daydreaming, huggin on that mac 10
Lame ass industry, won't let a thug in
From the start I told them I don't like these n***as
Im different, now tell em I ain't like these n***as
Caught in the street I indict these n***as
Then I tell the little homies dont sight these n***as
Tell them not to push me, i'll do it
Hands on the Ak, i shoot it
All these n***as bitch made, i knew it
N***a if you G'd up then prove it

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[Verse 3:]
All my hittas be militant
If my n***as dealing rocks, they slinging shit
Get it right back then we triple it
Get it out the gutter motherfucker we whipping it
Chin check n***a we stitching em
Black ski masks and some timberlands
If it ain't about the money we ain't listening
Sorrounded by the real if you phoney keep your distances
We ain't gon' play this that KOB 2
Want wave or main its whoever she choose
Go against the grain I would hate to be you
Shooters gon' spray at his fitted he through
Shoulda played that shit cool
One time for the real n***as
Two time for the real hitters
Y'all n***as computer thugs
Ain't really bout it yall be catfishing
Come at us the wrong way
Catch you and your man slipping
Double clips from far away
Got a n***a backflipping
Creeping at his mom's place
They can change their addresses
We don't leave a calm case herbie call the paramedics
And no i don't glorify murder
I ain't never kill nobody
But a n***a act tough
My n***as gonna be shooting shit up
Or they gon' have to shut down that party

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