My Command

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah M.P.A type shit, nigga Turnt up in this mu'fucka That green light, go You know, them soulja's, nigga M.P.A! [Chorus] I got soldiers, that stay laced up! Combat boots, on -And, on my command; My soldiers come to shoot some'n Wha-What's the use to havin' soldiers, you ain't gon' use 'em? On my command! My soldiers runnin' up, to shoot some'n My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*) On my command! My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*) On my command! My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*) On my command! My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*) On my command! [Chorus] My shooter on command; I jumped them in, they pointin' sticks Bad business... When you cross a Rollin'-60's Crip Spike Lee; And I ain't talkin' 'bout a movie clip... It's on me, my nigga When my shooters come though; Sprayin' up yo' script No 'First 48'; Louis gloves, no trace Why the fuck you got soldiers? You ain't gon' let 'em spray the K All mine, John Travolta; still just tryna take ya' face off John Dillinger; I'm still comin' for ya' safehouse Junkyard dog, I hope your an organ donor All of my shooter are aiming straight, for your organs All in your dreams like Freddy Krueger; I'm your nightmare! When you see the chopstick... Get the fuck up outta there! *Bhouaw**Bhouaw**Bhouaw**Bhouaw* Red dot; Indian; Dead in the ceiling Shooter, shootin'; They ain't missin'in Set it off, Khadijah; Whole lead, Jada Pinkett Rewind back the movie, like my name fukin', 'Cricket' Layin' in yo' bushes, 'K chirpin'; Like a Cricket Soldiers still strapped up, combat boots on I don't think a nigga wanna blow my capsule... Longway, nigga-Longway, nigga [Chorus] I got soldiers, that stay laced up! Combat boots, on -And, on my command; My soldiers come to shoot some'n Wha-What's the use to havin' soldiers, you ain't gon' use 'em? On my command! My soldiers runnin' up, to shoot some'n My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*) On my command! My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*) On my command! My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*) On my command! My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*) On my command! [Verse 2] No hesitation; rollin' wit' da chopstick Double wrap around; shooter, make sure he it No hollow-tips; Blue ballistic -Wit' da chopstick... Go ballistic Austrian made machine gun; Hunnid' round drum All blue dickies; Longway 60's crippin' I'm a hood nigga, roll around wit' nun, but them hoodters Tiny Loc's; totin' them pistols Shoot his ass, 'til you see the fuckin' gristle Words from the 'Big-Dog', "Shoot his wife and the Godchild" My soldiers, they so navy seal; Sippin' out the double seal- Leanin' on the wall, waitin' on a kill 'Desperado'; shootin' at my Tahoe Bulletproof windows, on down to my wheels Might be a lil' late to try to say your fuckin' grace- Or even put your child all in your will (Not at all) Sniper on the other end, waitin' on the kill Boots untied... Boy, you ain't in the field All my soldiers gettin' used, in the Battlefield 'Black-Ops' type nigga, goin' double kill Salute! *Baaup**Baaup**Baaup**Baaup**Baaup**Baaup* I don't mind goin' get 'em Rearrange your face; make it hard to identify 'No-Limit-Soldiers'; No subpoena, for a testify Longway [Chorus] I got soldiers, that stay laced up! Combat boots, on -And, on my command; My soldiers come to shoot some'n Wha-What's the use to havin' soldiers, you ain't gon' use 'em? On my command! My soldiers runnin' up, to shoot some'n My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*) On my command! My shooters; they come to shoot (Shoot, shoot) On my command! My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*) On my command! My shooters; they gon' shoot (Shoot, shoot)(*Gdrrow*) On my command!