The Last Tru Souljah In the beginning was the word, and the word was made flesh ...
He's the holy one, here comes the holy one
The one and only son of the Lord
God, behold, hold!
Clear my path, demons, step aside!
I know who thou art, thou art the last true soldier
Hath thou come to sever us before our time?
Thou know what time it is!
Then why hast thou come?
And what would thou have wish to do?
Into the swine! You bring it to me, and I'll take it to him
And he'll take it to my father!
And out of this mouth proceeded a tongue
That spat like a double-edged sword!
He's the holy one, here comes the holy one
The one and only son of the Lord
God, behold, hold!
Ever since the resurrection, we needed a quicker test
But nonetheless, I check 'em with blessings
I learned my lesson
n***a, just take protection, fully got correction
I point a direction the Smith & Wesson, was it my fault?
Nah, Jesus, he got hung up on the crucifix
And just cause what he preach
And people thought he was a lunatic!
It seems like they've been tricked by the mystic spirit
Better open up your eyes or
Be planning to get tossed in a ditch, b**h
He's the holy one, here comes the holy one
The one and only son of the Lord
God, behold, hold! Hero (Demon voice)
(Flesh Flesh...) (laughs)
Tough boy you can fake like you hard
But if you ain't rollin' with the Lord
Bigga get your (b**h a** p**y)
Get your a** a hoe card b**h
[Flesh]
Well, hit 'em with the middle ?
Creepin' sleepin' competitors nothin' but silence
? Flesh ? I'm soft n***as afraid ? 5th Dawg ?
Book of thugs he's so raw raw motherf** the law
Law get 'em off a your dog ya'll ya'll ?
Ya'll n***as ain't ready for the armaggedon
? In a daze and if you come around my way ? make my day Flesh
Have any mercy not when he co*k buckshot feel his a** drunken
? bloodclots ? fill his a** hot slugs when he explode
Now get 'em off poppin' gotta Glock flossin' a beam
And call off shots right in between his eye when I hit 'em
With a Nina should've seen his split wig ?
Never wanna f** with my lyrical status can't touch my
And my style you n***as in the game wanna talk foul ?
100 proof thugstyle put it down
Sure you wanna bite us now (now, uh)
Chorus: Flesh
1 9 9 9, 2 triple 0 0 0
We be the heroes souljahs of the new millennium ?
[Afta Maff]
Runnin' with a bullet proof vest and put 'em to rest
When I meet a motherf**er with a fifth of Cal. AK-47
Mac-11, Hollow Points trailin' the b**h
And watch me dip with my trues I fool
n***a know the rules, rules
[Flesh]
Whatever you do, you do what you gotta do
If you snooze you lose
[Afta Maff]
My n***as be strong with a bullet proof on
I'm checkin' the n***as' claimin' to be thugs
Thinkin' of poppin' my pistol bangin' the brains
I'm leavin' the n***as sho' cuz I don't wanna be judged
By a 12 than carry by 6
[Flesh]
I'm a empty the clip and dip
For f**in' with B, G get your wig split
Remember the silence...
[Afta Maff]
And I'm off here with pigs
Let me get that Glock co*ked put 'em on the spot
When I run around roofs with a bullet proof on but it won't save
You trues ? lovin' that Black Hole and sho' and I'm ready to roll
[Flesh]
Gimme the cheese and weed really don't wanna play hero
[Two Gun]
Puttin' in clips with the hollow point tips Two Gun say
"Trip and stay ready to rip"
Equipped with the infareds on the automatic Mac 11's
Better step with your weapons n***as, thugs is who you be testin'
[Flesh]
If you try then n***a you wreck it with my
Double Glock Glock better off leavin' them restin'
[Afta Maff]
Stan be sayin' the missions impossible
Murder one gon' get me unstoppable you better be watchin'
Or waitin' my n***a be flippin cuz n***a we profitable
Chorus
[Menenski]
Spittin' real with my k**as
These n***as gon' hear us, gon' feel us (they gon' feel us)
With 7th Sign and Mo! Thug; all my n***as get love and I gon' ride
My n***a Flesh pray to God with his n***as from Watts
Don't stop, won't stop
[Flesh]
It's another one of them days Stack gotta get paid
Hockin' a rage co*kin' a guage aim to peel when I dump, k**
When I pump I'm a send 'em a trip to the grave
I'm gonna pop on to dump 'em on a trip to the cemetery
Fairy tales of the crypt I'm the keeper;
Nice to meet you, busta ? n***as ?
60 figures they got they feelin' heated up repeatedly
Sweeped everybody ? every motherf**er wanna go to hell
And I'll send 'em makin' a maulin' n***as fall to the 9
We the heroes of the new millennium
Hear me now
Chorus
[Flesh]
Yeah, Mo! motherf**in' Thug soldiers
In this b**h takin' over
Like we told you
FBI, Flesh-N-Bone Incorporated
How many ya'll b**hes hate it?
Understand me motherf**er
When you see me what you gon' do
When the 5th Dog trip on you?
Chorus