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(Helicopter and barking effects)
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Chorus 1: repeat 2x
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Let me see ya swang ya soldier raggs
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Let me see ya swang ya soldier raggs (swang em swang em)
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Chorus 2: repeat 2x
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Ya'll people ya'll better get ready for war
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You see it's war time, boy is you a soldier
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Verse 1: Beelow
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See I'ma soldier so I gotta put my raggs up high
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Six gloves across my grill representing that south side
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You got drama, fool you best of bring yo best
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Cause I'm quick to put this red dot on yo chest
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We got choppers by the pound
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To lay them fools down
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And a click of raw soldiers in the club ready to clown
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With them bee bopping girls that a set you up
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With that bomb killer issue that a mess you up
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I'm bout my paper, I got's to get it, I got's to have it
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It's all about them raggs, leave the tricks for silly rabbits
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Ain't no slippin in my camp I keeps my nine strapped daily
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I'm ready to go to war like my group Three Deadly
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Verse 2: Ms. Peaches
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We got them rags, we got them choppers, you can't stop us
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Do it show, getting paid by the nopoly
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We got 'em swanging in the club
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Talking bout them raggs
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This gangsta coming atcha ackin bad ackin bad
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Paralyze the style, with these lyrics that I spit
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I'm jumping out like a gymnastic
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Gangsta's, we coming drastic
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I be ripping 'em up, tearing 'em down, burning us up
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Wrap 'em up like Christmas turkey
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And chew 'em like hubble bubble
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So why ya figure you wanna go to war,
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with these soldiers down south,
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We be quick to draw
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Mean muggin' straight thuggin' in them clubs slangin' them bags
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If you real, wanna be down, put 'em up and swang dem raggs
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Chorus 1: repeat 2x
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Let me see ya swang ya soldier raggs
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Let me see ya swang ya soldier raggs (swang em swang em)
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Chorus 2: repeat 2x
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Ya'll people ya'll better get ready for war
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You see it's war time, boy is you a soldier
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Verse 3: Thug Addict
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Told these people we soldiers, people been easy
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People been taking me lightly
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See I'm ready for war, ready to do whatever they like
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Come through the thing here booming
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Like partner what the hell you won't do
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Let me tell you a little thing or two
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I'm from that Baton Rouge
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I chill with Beelow and the gang
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Busting heads and breaking ankles
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Roll like planes coming out the hangers
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Calico ranger, busting rounds, lip singer
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Throw on my soldier rag, cause a lil g out chere ackin bad
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I'm that b in the boot, ain't no telling what I'm liable to do
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I just might get that out you and yo whole damn crew
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I'm that T to the H to U-G-A double D-I-C-T
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Down with B-A double L-I-N-M-U-S-I-C
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Just throw ya rags on
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Keep ya hands on ya chrome
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Just get 'em gone and I bet they leave ya alone
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Boy it's on, say frown
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Throw ya soldier raggs round, pour it down
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I found out that
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really these people don't know nothing bout that dirty south
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Or how we boot and turn it out
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Lay it down like dominos
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These here for all the broads
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In this shit like g-string draws
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Outlaws ready for war
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Chorus 1: repeat 2x
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A let me see ya swang ya soldier raggs
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Let me see ya swang ya soldier raggs (swang em swang em)
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Chorus 2: repeat 2x
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Ya'll people ya'll better get ready for war
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You see it's war time, boy is you a soldier
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Verse 4: Beelow
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You gotta keep ya eyes peeled enemies in sight
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I keep my boots strapped daily soldier ragg tied tight
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So when that beef start-dropping, watch 'em fall in line
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I gotta click of raw soldiers ready to slang that iron
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We blinding and blasting acting donkey on that ass
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And them suckers in the club on the floor ackin bad
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I got 'em hopping like rabbits
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Couchie popping like automatic
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And if you down with some static Ballin a sure like to add it
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We gotta kick it for this beat, like a cluck on the street
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Cause I give it what he want, cause I practice what I preach
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Don't let 'em get ya, them soldiers get ya,
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Don't let 'em get ya, don't let 'em get ya, them soldiers get ya,
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Them thugs split ya
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Chorus 1: repeat 2x
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Let me see ya swang ya soldier raggs
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Let me see ya swang ya soldier raggs (swang em swang em)
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Chorus 2: repeat until fade
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