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Look out pimp! M4, Carbine (Carbine), 5.56 Nato (Nato) Get jumped, outline (outline) Bust that dead-hater Navo (boom, boom, boom) Fuck around and get voided (voided) Mamma didn't raise no punk (no punk) Fuck around and get evaporated (evaporated), annihilated, debunked (uh) I try to mind my issem (issem), and stay my balin’ ass out the way (out the way) I don't like funkin (nah-ah), got to watch my back break every day (every day) Uh, coolest brother on earth (on earth) I idolize god and I pray (and I pray) Uh, a crochet from a different yarn (different yarn) Carved from a whole 'nother clay (’nother clay) biatch Tribal, it take a village (tribal) To raise real niggas (tribal) Got my finger on my rifle (tribal) Gunna this is tribal (tribal) Dead on arrival (tribal) I spread a sucker like lights off (tribal) They can get vital (tribal) Gunna this is tribal (tribal) Who is that goddamn (who the fuck is that?) Walkin' on my land He lookin' like the white man (them folks) Letras de cancionesWe should go and fight them (nigga) Y'all wanna like them? (what?) No, we should go and kill them (yes) If we don't kill them, (what what) He come back with his children (tell 'em) Feed you his religion (teach) Now we livin' like pigeons Man, fuck thanksgiving (fuck thanksgiving) This seem like a takin' (yes) Why are fakin’ (why?) Weak ass nigga, stop shaking (stop it) Man, fuck they bakin’ (fuck 'em) Mate, the earth start quackin’ Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Never knew, what you gon' do (what you gon' do) Knock 'em down, I’m from the knock-a-hoe tribe, look around Nigga catch the vibe, voodoo Go to war with the Zulu, and I'm Shaka Spray 'em all with the blocka Oh my, niggas gon' die with their heads off, it's the war crime Fight the power, and fuck 45 (fuck 45) We ain't forgot that boat ride (boat ride) Kill 'em all at low tide (at low tide) Got soldiers on both sides Gangbangin' in low rides Tribal, machetes rifle Train up the young ones, repeat the cycle Hit 'em with the glisterin', I got the nitro Niggas ain't listenin', I grab the microphone Tell 'em who to ride... Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Say I love my day one Where I come from, the way I bust this muterfuckin' drum Lookin' like I'm straight from the West side of Africa See my face lookin' back at you When I aim this thang at you Imma have you singin' gospel and the blues, bitch 'Cause you ain't gon' do shit You only got one gun with two clips Learned it from my daddy as a child Niggas from my tribe hella wild Artists with their shit right now, poppin' them thangs out loud bitch Now we on your neck for sheezy Fuckin' you up was easy You scared but the end is near, all you feel is fear It's just a year, we put your name on a headstone Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) Tribal (tribal) From Letras Mania