Baby Paul - Soldiers Gone Psycho lyrics

[Ruck] Straight from the under, I make n***as wonder Why, I tap jaws, rock black eyes See I, never think about things I be doing Lives I ruin, in this here sh** we pursuing My parabellum be swelling, cerebellums when ya dwelling The caucazoid, you void, cause my n***as rebellin' Who in the hell ever, said you can dwell whether Or not, I sever your knot, with the shots so whatever I What, you don't wanna battle me, battle me, that'll be The day my whole posse rushes your monkey a** like Cato G True warrior, conqueror, takin' flights, yo Watch a nugget, I love it when n***as gone psycho [Hook: Heltah Skeltah] Will all true warriors in the house say "I" Say "I", if you not scared to die You can look a nightmare square in the eye, say "I" Soldiers gone psycho, why? [Rock] I be your Boot Camp, veteran, f*ggots know better than To test me, see I gets nasty like medicine So who's sane, not me or Ruck, only Saddam Boy, you moms should of warned you about a walking time bomb I breaks arms and legs, and straight up I bend that a** So send me any penny ante punk for me to bash 'em Then ask Ruck, the irrational, here to bash a few too, after who? (you) Use your face to crack a brew then laugh at you What's the, matter, dudes Walking through my avenue, flappin' about You wanna battle, dude, have a cap or two That'll do that a** a little justice Don't f** with the mothaf**in' Rock and the Ruckness [Hook] [Ruck] So all true warriors in the house say "I" If you scared to die, then punk, don't reply The year born copper, I sworn to devour The unjustice crush the ones who are cowards So act like it can't happen... Act like the Originoo Gunn's don't be Clappin' When the b**h ruckus reacting I slap fools, relax with tools in my presence Cuz that ain't sh**, because your murder is the essence So who wanna come test this champion sound? Can't go un'ground, with the lyrics that pound Profound is the way that I talk, plus Muthaf**in' stoned is the way of my walk, what [Rock] Your jaw's up for grabs, beef, I'm bringin' Swingin', right to left, side, gets wrecked You think I'mma a**, money, don't hold ya breath Let's, take this move, the dungeon to darkness When guns bark, it's war for real, kid, don't start this Rockness, Monsta, stomp ya, braids in Never changing, forever face rearrangin' Your gamin', the game, kid, you know that sh** don't work So bring ya game here, and get ya stupid a** hurt No under dirt, we won't play that, don't say jack I can get ya back sprayed, or ya face smacked And my black Smif-N-Wessun, that'll surely fold ya Now who want come and test the champion, Boot Camp'ion' Soldier [Hook 2X]