Luyện nghe bài hát Dot & The Reverend William Black)

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

[W.C.]
Racket, racket, comin' out of the end
Dead at you, he the hot lead at you
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a getter
the rest to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me Against the World" 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready to Die" for you got
Got a with killas behind me, I'm grimey
I'm one of the big body, blowin' cushions where you can me
For figures, we triggers, who could fuck with us?
Dub, E-40, Bearer, plus RZA
you with the Blade, we gots to get paid
And for the moolah, we intertwine like braids
And I can't fight the like one way
When it comes down to this shit and gun play
For the loot, we compute it, quick to it
So hit the switch, punk it, and bang the music

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

[Christ
When guns go off, bitches hit the floor
Or then forty slugs gonna hit you, ho
I don't care what it takes, I out a gear
the snakes, and Kurtis Blow with The Breaks off
Artie Murphy and the Coat Junction
Get two thirty off the with cold dumplings
Niggaz jump when the AK
Crystal grip pump, the gun niggaz spark
You dig? Niggaz for war
Been 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 we run out of bullets, and you still want static?
I the three eighty and pull out the automatic
We get the money, for shootin' 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 what it for us to make it
And we can overcome we faced with
(We are soldiers after all, down by we won't fall
all, all, all, all, all....)

Look out peon, we might of the battle, but we won the war
I grab a bullet, travel, bodies hit the
Can't be scared of your shadow, you have heart
Killas on my soil, turn off the lights and park
Get out the car, unlock, fill out the chopper and let it
off like nothing happened, give a fuck bout a cop
Touch you with the Blade, off your toupee
Put my dirt in glocks, sometimes I do my dark in the day
My didn't raise no sick, she raised a beast
And I can't rest til my enemies rest in
The bigger they are, the harder fall
Run up on me, knock the hell outta y'all
My back against the ball, strappin' and jackin', I'm 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