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letra de ur in da army - s.a.s.

babycakes, your in a foreign land
uncle sam does the best he can
you’re in the army now
oh-oh, you’re in the army, now
now you remember what the draftman said
nothing to do all day but stay in bed
you’re in the army now
oh-oh, you’re in the army, now

verse 1
mega:
this is thuggery, yo i’m thuggin’, see
nurses said i need 3 months of recovery
(that’s what they said)
they was loving me, plus they was rubbing me
sh-t, i’ll shoot a sucker free just to show ’em i’m
sucker-free
slewin’ the booth, pursuin’ the truth
you’re in the army now, i’m the one recruitin’ the
troops
so yeah (yeah)
this is a leadership, hop on this leader ship
but you ain’t leading sh-t
no, you ain’t a leader pr-ck
i been had metal on my hip
way before i got into beef and got metal in my hip
ah, calm you crooks, you gwaan and shook
you don’t wanna go to war like sadaam and bush, you’re
p-ss
yo my weapon long (brraat)
we can get it on (brraat)
it’s some blitzkreig, vietnam, desert storm
and, and, when you thought i p-ssed away
i’m on the operatin’ table for like half a day
see i’m a soldier

hook
s.a.s.
loading the glock
reload and it’s c-cked to pop
whether you know it or not, sh-t
(you’re in the army)
yo it’s war in these little streets
north, south, or west, it feels like the middle east
all the ballin’s over
this is a commemoration for my fallen soldiers, yeah
who dares win, so strat me clown
i spray these rounds until you n-gg-z can’t be found

verse 2
mayhem:
i remember days i was pitchin’ crack, tryna duck
squalie
now i’m a diplomat, and a rap artist
find me where my n-gg-z at
turn the block, barney
and blood, when them triggers clap, you will not harm
me
your boy getting loot for days
i breeze by you, cologne smell like joop & haze
me, adamu, troops who blaze
them rugers, k’s
one phonecall, moves is made
rep 9-treezy gang, that’s a shout to the set
got clout and bagauettes, i’m about my respect
so, get prepared if you scared
cuz this sh-t here make n-gg-z disappear
it’s all timin’, rhymin’, grindin’, shinin’
dipset b-tch, read in between them diamonds
a few o’s spare, i move those, yeah
with two guns on me like “n-gg-, who goes there”
i’m in the army

hook

verse 3
juelz santana:
reportin’ to you guys, reportin’ to you live (from
where)
from the corner, that’s my b-tch, i’m on her (yes)
i hug her, i love her, i trust her with my life
like a brother, like a mother, like a wife
and nuthin’ else
the kid struggled to get to stardom
now i’m on, it’s on, yeah it’s big trouble in little
harlem
f-ck fightin’ a war, catch me fightin’ on tour
least i know who i’m fightin’, what i’m fightin’ him
for
they say we shouldn’t fight for colors on a rag
well, we shouldn’t, like we shouldn’t fight for colors
on a flag
america, open your eyes to the facts
there’s a war goin’ on and it’s not in iraq
uh-uh, bush smerkin’ (yup)
the hood’s hurtin’ (yup)
it’s a drought, n-body getting good work in (yup)
fiends is cranky, i’m seeing lately
hustlers, plottin’, watchin’ and seeming shaky
in the army

hook

- s a s

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