Troub Nasty - Trumpets of War lyrics

[Verse 1: Troub Nasty] Pa** The Strap Right Here My Intention's Lethal Now You Wanna Talk Peace? (Awww Pobresito) Too Late For That Cuz I'm Blacking Out And You Know The Streets Talk I'm Track You Down With My Crimey Fiest Got You Vatos Scared Telling All Your Little Homies That We Ain't All There And I Know You See Us Cuz We Pa**ing By House Hiding Little b**h Peeking Out Your Blinds With The 45 You Can Say I'm Fatal Put A Hole In Your Head Like A f**ing Bagel I'm A Fool When It Comes To This Banging sh** Even Moms Will Let You Know That Her Son Is Sick And I Had A Choice Got Myself To Blame From The "P" But I Staying Tossing Up An "H" (Hurleys Block) So You Better Be Strapped It's A Must These Days Hurley Streeters Don't Play Especially CJ [Hook: Lyrik] What If I Sound The Trumpets Of War? Would You Try To Get Away From It All? You Can't Get Away (Can't Away) What If I Sound The Trumpets Of War? Would You Try To Get Away From It All? You Can't Get Away (Can't Away) [Verse 2: Fiesty 2 Guns] Growing Up To Be A Soldier In The Land Of The Lost I Hear The Trumpets Of War When I Sacrifice Through The Gauntlet Should I Bare The Mark? For All The Sins That I Caused I Ran The Hood Up On My Flesh For Every Soul That Was Lost As I'm Clenching My Weapon I Feel The Power Within Once Again It's Revenge For Another Lost Friend My Enemies On The Path They're Coming Back For My Life Lil Youngster From His Gang Trying To Stack Up His Strife I Keep Connected To Garden Where The Wild Flores Reign I Keep My Ears To The Streets Encase My Name Said In Vein Remenissions On My Missions Contemplating My Actions Satisfactions And Reactions Till These Last Men Are Standing And I'm Embracing My Hood Wear My Honor And Pride Until I'm Judging They In Around My Demise An Eye For An Eye That's What I Was Taught And As The Casket Being Buried They're Digging Up Another Plot [Hook] [Verse 3: Fiesty 2 Guns] Every Time You See A Bridge You Always See Flowers On Monte Flores & Puente We Be Devouring Cowards And When They're Looking For Fights Best Believe You'll Find Trouble Twin Powers In The Valle Making Enemies Crumble I'm From The Land Where The Gutter Be In The Big SGV You See The Bird In The Sky Investigating The Scene There Ain't No Room For No Fear It's Disappearing Inside It's By The Codes Of The Street And Only The Strong Survive [Verse 4: Troub Nasty] Well Sound The Trumpets Of war But We Ain't Talking Bout Horns Hit Your Block Pistols Pop Make You Drop To The Floor Annihilated My Foes These Hot Hollows Explode On Contact Ripping Flesh And Ricochet Off The Bongs 16 In The 6 And We Smashing Between Chalk Dust In The Calles Sheriff Tape Off The Scene Charlie Row Camponeros Homie Somos Matones From Varrio Puente Trece Rifamos To Flores [Hook]