Luyện nghe bài hát Dot & The Reverend William Black)

[Chorus: P.
When them guns goes off, we be for war
When them guns goes off, hit the floor
When them guns off, and them sirens roar
get that money, and be out the door

[W.C.]
Racket, racket, comin' out of the end
at you, he throwin' the hot lead at you
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold
With the to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready to Die" for you got
Got a crew killas behind me, I'm grimey
I'm one of the big body, blowin' where you can find me
For figures, we bust triggers, who fuck with us?
Dub, E-40, Christ Bearer, RZA
you with the Blade, we gots to get paid
And for the moolah, we intertwine like French
And I can't the feeling like one way
When it comes down to gangsta shit and gun play
For the loot, we compute it, to shoot it
So hit the switch, punk blew it, and the music

[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend Black)]
I don't care it takes, we gon' make it
say the chains too strong for us to break it
Willing to do what it for us to make it
And we can overcome anything we with
(We are soldiers after all, down by we won't fall
all, all, all, all, all....)

[Christ
them guns go off, bitches hit the floor
Or then forty four gonna hit you, ho
I don't care what it takes, I out a gear
Fuck the snakes, and Kurtis Blow The Breaks off
Artie Murphy and the Petty Coat
Get two thirty off the head cold dumplings
jump when the AK bark
Crystal grip pump, make the gun spark
You dig? Niggaz for war
carryin' the world for so long, it ain't heavy no more
And even when the sirens roar, I taught the violence to start firing more
And when we run out of bullets, and you still want
I grab the three and pull out the automatic
We better get the money, for Mossbergs and Beretta's
Niggaz ain't funny, when it comes to a brawl
Northstar, trippin' in
Guns go off, y'all know strippin'

P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)]
Willing to do it takes for us to make it
And we can overcome we faced with
(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't
all, all, all, all, all....)

Look out peon, we might of the battle, but we won the war
I grab a bullet, travel, hit the floor
Can't be scared of your shadow, you gotta heart
on my soil, will turn off the lights and park
Get out the car, unlock, out the chopper and let it chop
off like nothing happened, give a fuck bout a cop
Touch you with the Blade, take off toupee
Put my dirt in your glocks, sometimes I do my in the day
My momma didn't raise no sick, she raised a
And I rest til my enemies rest in peace
The they are, the harder they fall
Run up on me, I'ma the hell outta y'all
My against the ball, strappin' and jackin', I'm puttin' hands on 'em
One hitter, quitter, bob & weavin', karate on 'em
on 'em, ran on 'em, and land on 'em
Put my on 'em, stand on 'em, because I can on 'em