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letra de my command - peewee longway

[intro]
yeah
m.p.a type sh-t, n-gga
turnt up in this mu’f-cka
that green light, go
you know, them soulja’s, n-gga
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 n-gga
when my shooters come though; sprayin’ up yo’ script
no ‘first 48′; louis gloves, no trace
why the f-ck you got soldiers? you ain’t gon’ let ’em spray the k
all mine, jumpsters, still just tryna take ya’ face off
john dillinger; i’m still comin’ for ya’ safe, huh
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 f-ck up outta there!
-bhouaw–bhouaw–bhouaw–bhouaw-
red dot; indian; dead in the ceiling
shooter, shootin’; they ain’t missin’in
set it off, kadidra; whole lead, jada pinkett
rewind back the movie, like my name f-kin’, ‘cricket’
layin’ in yo’ bushes, ‘k chirpin’; like a cricket
soldiers still strapped up, combat boots on
i don’t think a n-gga wanna blow my capsule…
longway, n-gga-longway, n-gga
[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 d-ckies; longway 60’s crippin’
i’m a hood n-gga, roll around wit’ nun, but them hoodters
tiny loc’s; totin’ them pistols
shoot his ass, ’til you see the f-ckin’ 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 k!ll
‘desperado’; shootin’ at my tahoe
bulletproof windows, on down to my wheels
might be a lil’ late to try to say your f-ckin’ grace-
or even put your child all in your will (not at all)
sniper on the other end, waitin’ on the k!ll
boots untied… boy, you ain’t in the field
all my soldiers gettin’ used, in the battlefield
‘black-ops’ type n-gga, goin’ double k!ll
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!

- peewee longway

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