Souljah's Marching Songtext / Lyric

Souljah's Marching
Layzie, Bizzy, and Flesh
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-Refrain (Flesh & Layzie)-
The soldiers marchin' all prepared for war..

Layzie
The saga continues/ Look what I've been through; chapter 5 of the book of thugs, 1999 2000
New millenium machin' forth ;All aboard! Seek and destroy/ Hey! nigga that throw the decoy
We them niggas you can't avoid, boy, boy don't fuck around and get me paranoid/ So I'm mission impossible
Off the rip, nigga get hostile/ If you gots to now I gots lots of dough servin' murda mo' ain't
no optional/ Unstoppable, relentless/ Rollin' in Benz's heater repeated weeded indeed my nigga
believe it/ Proceed with the leader, completed; it's on/ Feelin' my Bone's mutherfucker
Undistputed round for round/ Puttin' it down town to town/ Tearin' the roof of this mutherfucker
When I'm in your city you with me fuck with you nigga when we in Maui ho's around me, still come fuck
with your niggas but if you ain't talkin' about no money, nigga you really ain't talkin' no sense
Out of line without a dime mutherfucker you got me bent/ And ain't no honor amongst thieves
Won't waste my time smokin' weed with all this petty conversation so I avoid the playa hation

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Bizzy
Still got the gun {laughs}I fake these ho's out time for the automatic, dual mathematics
Original soldier, can't nobody stop me, you better watch me/ Back out; Woke up in the county
As soon as I passed out I gotta kill(but we passed the pigs) mo' murda, mo' money
(let's mashin' it)Let's mash it out in the mo' mo' pad/ Cash for everyone in the room; Every lonely
homie move you know the scope is on N' come on; let's zoom, who's feelin' my music? Truw that cuz
if I was really out I'd have been lootin' like the rest of ya'll know that(what? what?)Know we do that
In the conscience you ain't nothin' but a monster/ You can't be grudge God, only He can judge you
Thug Luv! Who called the cops N' raped the judge? Convicted of fuckin' bitchin' bitchin' in the cell
still illegal/ All I really wanted was a regal

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Flesh
Now you know who the last true soldier standin' to hand back to back holdin' hands another
episode of Mo! a bloody show N' hit with a double blow just a thug ass nigga that's sweaty N' some
say I'm so swift like Billy The Kid; Be slangin' leather; Show no mercy/ Filthy when I'm kickin'
explicit, some material/ I'm too deadly so parental discretion advised/ If you watch; Get ready
Fuck with me steady/ Everyday, all day, haters wanna come try fade me/ Unleash the guage; Release
buckshot, now feelin' the wrath of the wirlwind tryin' to wake up fast mutherfucker before the
Fifth Dawg haul a missle off N' blast you between your eyes/ Servin' your homicide/ Rippin' his
dome while I'm hopin' your shit get decapitated/ Nigga, your body rottin' decrepitated until it's
disintegrated/ Time from time N' again my niggas had to warn on a few enemies of mine/ I'm comin'
to score, my niggas; We stormin' throu an army/ Hit the tent for the quick artillery/ Nigga, them
prophets, apocalypse N' revelations set off the revolution/ Nigga, the desperado
You can't fuck with the Fifth Dawg N' all haters die, die, die...

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