Verse 1:
[Mz G.B]
Mz G.B bout to creep on men
On a rampage
To make run vages
When I'm dead, from that 12 gauge
To land in your bed
And your brains are ready dead
Heard what I said
No brains in your forehead
Know so much, I can't even shit
A N***a had to loose his brains in this shit
Cause I take no source in this bitch
N***as always tryin' to cut a bitch short
But, this bitch busts holes
And put dead bodies in a park
Look, you don't wanna see me head on, N***a
I be that bitch that busts domes
When you stayin' in your home, N***a
Don't fuck with flowerass N***as
Can't stand a coward-ass N***a
Watch your back, cause I stay bout it N***a
N***as had the game all fucked up
Is it that the runnin' they mouth to much
Or one of them hoes they fucked
I ain't bout all that
You get your ass torn up with all that
Keep yappin' at the mall
Cause your ass went up with all that
Chorus: x4
[Mz G.B, T.L.T, Yukmouth]
Straight soldier
Something for the soldiers
N***a I'm a soldier
[DMG of FACEMOB]
Do or Die
It's either homicide, suicide
Straight soldier

Verse 2:
[T.L.T.]
When I order by it
Y'all ja bitches best duck
But if ya duck, luck
Y'all still gettin' plucked
N***a whut
Y'all get ya brains knocked out
Fuck the talk
I'm the type to show you what I'm bout
Fuckin' with killers
Because I love thug N***as
Hittin' my N***as
I knock a head off N***as
Smokin' that weed
Because that weed keep me goin'
Blow me a gun
I keep goin' and goin'
Bulletproof vests
Because you know I got beef
Fuck the speech
We bout to take it to the streets
Act a peace
You don't wanna feel my heat
But fuck fatigues
Take ya out ya misery
I'm cool with killin'
Cause she know were the weed at
Calliope projects
That's where them thugs at
See I love all that violent shit
Hit you once in the eye
Watch ya die, ya bitch
Yeah, yeah
Verse 3:
[DMG of FACEMOB]
Gunslinger for my territory
The way it's on
These motherfucking streets I call home
Only the strong can survive with what
I see it happen through these eyes, N***a
For every day another life
Hard times, keep the school true
Check out the new
Now really do you wanna few
We gangbangers
Up this thang in a minute
We soldiers
No love, for no one
For no one
Kill the motherfucking enemies
Erase they whole identity
So they never started fucking with me
A bitch Jolie
You learned the drama come with these words
Everyday
Continuously mobbin' this way
I took the curve, slidin' in a bird
I'm on my way out to the suburbs
Fin to fly these N***as like birds
Let 'em all burn
Uh, it's do or die
You or I
It's either homicide or suicide
Chorus x4

Verse 4:
[Yukmouth]
Bitch-ass N***as slide up under their beds at night (Why?)
Cause they know the Boogieman is coming (Oh!)
Comin' in my hooptie van gunnin'
And N***as that stay frontin'
But the only difference now is that they runnin
Because I'm sprayin' something
Layin' N***as the fuck down
You ain't sayin' nothing
Or less I'm blazin' something
Don't hate like J or something
N***a I'm takin' something
Brake a N***a for a 8 or something
Don't come around here drinkin' nothing
Or less your ass, facin' sudden death
Gauges busting
Take the cash, brake a woman jack
Yes indeed
Flee with ten G's to Sesame
B's are we, Ke's for free
Made this bitch pussy bleed
Gave that bitch what she need
A long...dick in her life
That N***a wasn't dickin' her right
So now I'm dickin' your wife
Got a slang of chickens like foster farms
With Yukmouth written across the arm
And on the shoulder
N***a I'm a soldier
You're colder than the North Pole
When Santa Clause goes
Bein' drove by a reindeer
Nothing but game here
Expose my cocaine her
Some raps on tracks
Kojak investigatin'
Count the times that flown back
From New Orleans
Meet up with the Ghetto Twiinz
Do our thing
Get the crane
Real husband N***as know what I mean

Chorus x4