Текст песни 2Pac f Buckshot, Cocoa Brovaz - Military Minds
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[2Pac]Stand in formation, my motherfuckin real troopersLet`s do it like soldiers - all and together now!Ready? Hell yeah, y`all niggaz better get readyNo retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!Do it to `em, c`mon never die thuggin, uhh - YES YES YESSay what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?Where my real thugs, where ya at?!Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealerReal thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin homeDo it to `em, do it to `emThey love the way we do it to `em, we do it to `em[Verse One: 2Pac]Some press the revolution of premeditated schemeIntroduce a drug called crack, to us ghetto teensGot a law for raw niggaz, now playa what it be like?When will niggaz see they got us bleedin with three strikesCan`t seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote thisGot these Devils petrified, hidin from my hocus-pocusAnd so I learned to earn my currency and over timeAffiliated, clearly click a military mindMay God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradoxThugged out and drug dealin, from the womb to the blockMy live mind got me survivin five roundsMy forty-five got my fortified with live roundsWhen shit`s thick we plot hits, when our glock spitsAll hail, I don`t bail, grab the 2PacalypseForever ghetto necessary picture food stampsOutlaw Thug Niggaz never left the boot camp[Verse Two: Cocoa Brovaz]They called us for assignment, one of the squad`s finestSkills in guerilla warfare and blessed with refinementMy rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessionsSays I`m responsible for black Smif-N-WessunPuttin likkle yout`s in a military state of mindDangerous like chronic and yard when combinedCocoa Brovaz `pon de borderlineTest de sound and ye dead same ti-imeMan to man, I`m facin the Devil with a planJudo stance, first glance, I`m makin my advanceAnimal instincts, intelligence of an assassinMasked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attackI react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with meNever forget the method, stick and move strictlyShit be seemin like it`s closin inWith no regrets I hold positionCause I suppose I`m one of the chosen men[Verse Three: Buckshot]Picture bein put in a position to moveAnd you can`t move cause your move is blocked by the knightat twelve o`clock, that`s when the madness beginsSo I start to focus in, my thoughts on the warCause the rule is the law, and the law that we live byis to stay true to self, in this case, BDIWhy try if ya body lieby the block true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll(This is how we ride)[Boot Camp Clik]Stick and move, time to show `em how to make a moveor get moved on, let`s see who strong[Verse Four: Cocoa Brovaz]In the gaze of the strange, where nothin stays the sameWhere new faces come through with similar gameNow who you thought was them, really ain`t theyCatchin deja vus of the game people playIt`s a call for readjustment, fine tune yo` positionYou slippin and trippin `stead of bobbin and dippinBut never let this world of stress get the best of meTakin breathin techniques, slay you with Tai-ChiWhat does it take, to get a break in the world of snakesand dose who fake, elimination I`m facin destructionOutlawed, so I +Duck+ and +Down+Fo`-fo` is bustin, no one to trust inRushin to the goal lineCatch a nigga beat him treat him like he stole himNo swine I`m a soldier, soldier I control mineTime to, take you, back into time - follow dis here[Verse Five: Buckshot]One way out, this black holeFor this black soul, shit is outta controlI`m fightin for my position to be a fetus in this world I`m enterinAnd my face is sentencin for repentanceBefore my body was fully formed into a humanI was already consumin weedcause my moms used to smoke back in the 70`sMaybe that`s why in the 90`s I drop G`s when I drop degreesWhen I ease across the block with `PacGot all y`all niggaz shockedYou didn`t think Boot Camp Clik would link, with a Outlaw mind?If you do you press rewindAnd you can peep guerilla tactics in every line[Outro: 2Pac]Yeah, and this is how we do it!Where my real thugs, where they at?Let me, see my real thugs, now where ya at?Won`tcha, see my real thugs, where ya at?Let me, see my real thugs, where ya at now?Where my real thugs, let me see, where ya at?Tell me where my real thugs gotsta see, where ya at?Where`s my soldiers - where ya at?Where my, real soldiers - where ya at?Where my soldiers at; where ya at, where ya at?Get yo` strap my nigga; where ya at, where ya at?Where my soldiers at; where ya at, what ya at?Getcha, thug niggaz where ya at, witcha strap?Where my soldiers at, where my true thug niggazNo longer drug dealers cause we now, thug niggazWhere my soldiers at, no longer drug dealersCause we now, thug niggaz, let me, where my..Where my soldiers at? Put your pistols in the airWhere my soldiers at? Put yo` guns upTell me where my soldiers at? Put yo` pistols in the airWhere my, SOLDIERS, my true thug ROLLERSYes, it just doesn`t quit, YES!This is that real hip-hop shit YES!Fuck what you heardFrom the ghetto to the `burbs, know we meant, every wordWhere my SOLDIERS? Where my soldiers atWhere my SOLDIERS? Where my soldiers atPut yo` hand on the pistol, put yo` pistols in the airWhere my soldiers at? Where my soldiers at?Where my SOLDIERS? Where my soldiers atWhere my SOLDIERS? Where my soldiers atWhen Bob Dole and Delores Tucker wanna knowwhere my soldiers at, GO VOTE!!