Heist the World - Be a Real Soldier(b.A.R.S.) Lyrics

Blow chunks threw ya designer garments
This cartridge comparted to leave ya body parts on carpet
My shootas is heartless my troopers retarded
I groom em since orphans they f*ck ya mom and piss on ya father
Kidnap ya sister put a hex on a daughter
I slit ya throat like mad max bt aint no shaking and numbers
Just blood pools and drug fueled goons that invade in ya slumber
Lil nigga hit for cash and still padding the numbers
Look what that frontin done done now your bitch is the one i f*ck
I said f*ck not the one that i trust i give her back when im done
But after this life, you might not get her back til the next life
Credit wiped, i put that clueless bitch on the good life
Murder for hire a livewire til i expire
Moms fired i got it i-llegal like limewire
Gun fire penetrate windows, metal and car tires
Barb wire wrap round ya body it look like argyle
We the type of the niggas that leave you only where dogs find you
I been crossed all my life still aint read one bible
So no matter how much i try to i probably wont like you
I dont mind a scuffle bt my niggas will not fight you
When i ask em why they wont brawl they say dont got the time to
Young niggas stupid and old niggas is clueless
So when i talk my bullshit they step in because the shoe fit
They argue bout what the truth is and really i could give 2 shits
So im feeling like 2pac nigga dont think you 2 big
Lets see quick you bend when i cut you and pull a few ribs
Prolly bout a quick a broke bitch wit a few kids
Iont give a f*ck bout how gangster you think you is
Truth is, im down to give ya mother a few tears
And down to rob if a nigga...

Bag talk if it look bad let the bag walk
Watch how you talkthey be mad what the bag bought
Eyes on my ass tryna watch me
I been in the field I'ma vet get your jaw pieced
Bitch i used to live in these streets poured beers in these streets
Its a marathon to make it through a year in these streets
Ima beast dont f*ck with me
Just was talkin to my pops bout drawin guns quickly
Cause it's 4real F*ck a deal
Nigga im brand and its against all odds till I see the end
I don't take no shit Slap the shit out ya man
I been out here in the shit u niggas childish so you playing
Be jumping on them sticks I ain't talking bout controllers
All my niggas move shit I ain't talking bout no sofas
Bitch I used to sleep on sofas I used to sleep in cars
I go hard cause I remember shit was mutha f*ckin hard
Im used to seeing tables with the weed caine and hard
Im used to seeing shell casings Laying in the yard
Cause we was in the mud niggas sellin drugs
Shit turned around plus my nigga was the plug
I can't say ya name you helped change the game
U my nigga on forever That's word to my name
I used to be with Cinna In the inf changing lanes
Swirvin through the city Did our diddy wit tha green
Cream City bitch bet u remember the name
And im from Queen City got tattoos that claim
You don't want a thang wit me nigga stay in ya lane
Got a big thang wit me I will quickly let it...