4th Disciple - Militant lyrics

*helicopter sounds* [Hook: 9th Prince + (U-God)] Shoot down planes, war games, in the black Range With the snipe for aim cuz yo (it's militant) Phillipine b**hes in the black tint, commando Showdown at the main event (it's militant) We carry hand grenades, ooh-ahhs, and AK's They troops, muddy boots, bulletproof Lex coupes (it's militant) [B9] Two G, Eloheem, submachine [B9] AT magazines, courage under fire (we k**in sh**) [9th Prince] Aiyyo fatigue, G.I.Joe's in armored tanks American heroes covered with paint, black and gold like the Saints Commandoes got rank, no blanks Spill (?) Valentine, Afghan tinges at my team gun shank I rack the 12 gauge, Shogun voices like sonic warfare You die when you feel the ba**, you dressed to k** Let it play Six the Hard Way - we let off like 47 AK's Okay, okay? [Beretta 9] Yo, walls all red don, k**a-Arm recon Our fleet bomb, all year long, surrender arms Black Napoleon, petroleum, blitzkreig Mongolian Missle whistle on the approach, sendin militiamen Foxhole, fire in the hole, lick a shot slow Y'all know, y'all an*log n***as best take a stroll Or wind up in critical - pa**ed out, mobile army Surgical hospital, last bout n***as, last bout n***as Beretta on the trigger y'all - how could you figure?! Marksman status [Chorus] [Dom Pachino] Evacuate the war, finger pop Glocks, f** AK's Make love to M-16's, when I step on the scene With a fat mack and a fat stack, magazine Camoflauge kinda swamp green Cream for my face, cadets get laced from the neck up Taste the blood from a leaf cut, you been struck You weak f**, k**army's the best Affiliated with the best, so there's no contest And when we launch these missles they be no one left Terrorists, blow smoke n***as choke, hold ya breath And went, n***as lay rounds on the block where's the ref? [Shogun Assa**in] Great scott, check my diabolical plots I got a fetish for the fiendish, f** the drama sh** this be that hit This murder in the first degree, and d**h be your penalty When you try to mimic the army You become a casualty of World War Three We come through back to back, every man strapped, ready to handle that Pre-co*ked, ready to trigger that Sauna raps, live on stage, at the Basker's, swordsman strike back Lash out on attack, slash through ya back Got a deal, a murder contract, to a**a**inate ya calmly on this track [Chorus] - 2X