[Chorus:]
All my n***as g**n
Black flag on the right side
Glock 40s got dicks
Ski masks on the night time
Light that b**h n***a up
Might not be a next time
That art of war sh** we living it
All my n***as be militant (all my n***as be militant) [x5]
[Verse 1:]
All my n***as be militant
All black on like a motherf**ing terrorist
Got a couple shots for these boys like medicine
Scream out free my n***as as a citizen
n***as wanna play kid games
Too old for this sh**
Glock 9 and a black rolls royce in this b**h
Park up start throwing crows in this b**h
Get a n***a wet like a got a hose in this b**h
Gun play and all that, I'm bout it
You don't wanna die now, I doubt it
Wanna roll with a king? How 'bout it
Pull up in the benz coupe, hop out it
All my n***as be militant
Don't these little n***as look menacing?
Pull up on the block get a word like a reverend
Shots keep coming like a bunch of text messages
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[Verse 2:]
All my n***as be militant
No refs, [?] free life we living it
Caught up in the game still here We been in it
40 cal underneath the suit like a gentleman
One more time for the homies in the pen
See you when you're free or when they put me in
Up daydreaming, huggin on that mac 10
Lame a** industry, won't let a thug in
From the start I told them I don't like these n***as
I'm different, now tell em I ain't like these n***as
Caught in the street I indite these n***as
Then I tell the little homies don't sight these n***as
Tell them not to push me, ill do it
Hands on the Ak, I shoot it
All these n***as b**h man, I knew it
n***a if you G'd up then prove it
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[Verse 3:]
All my hittas be militant
If my n***as dealing rocks, they slinging sh**
Get it right back then we tripple it
Get it out the gutter motherf**er we whipping it
Chin check n***a we stitching em
Black ski masks and timberlands
If it ain't about the money we ain't listening
So run it by the real if you forward keep your distances
We ain't gon' play it's that KOB team
Want waiver man that's it's a [?] she choose
Go against the grain I would hate to be you
Shooters gon' spray at the split of heat too
Shoulda played that sh** cool
One time for the real n***as
Two time for the real hitters
Y'all n***as computer thugs
Ain't really bout it ya'll be catfishing
Come at us the wrong way
Catch you and your man slipping
Double cuffs from far away
Got a n***a backflipping
Creeping at his mom's place
They can change their addresses
We don't leave a carca** hurry call the paramedics
And no I don't glorify murder
I ain't never k** nobody
But a n***a act tough
My n***as gonna be shooting sh** up
Or they gon' have to shut down that party
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