Lace Your Boots

V1

I know im not what your used to

Too real for all that fruit stuff

Revealin purpatrators though they hide

Just throw your truce up

No time for all that new stuff

Frontin on that who what

I could give a fuck about you niggaz

Pick your tools up

Its war, lace your boots up

Its real, fuck the rules bro

Close contact one hand combat

Or long distance fuck you fools up

Back in the saddle now

back up in the battleground

if its in your heart when it sparks

act according now

the object man slaughter now

the order shut these fools down

the target, anything movin

women and children catchin slugs now

no love so don't come around

run for the border now

headshots are the standard

got no time for no second rounds

down from the start to finish

niggaz talk it but I live it

true to the heart though its hard

im still up in it

business is my personal

pain if I touch a few

fuck your life my nig

and look here, take it personal.

V2

I keep my boots laced tight as fuck

In god I trust

These mofuckers cant be stupid enough

Not to throw they truce up

But fuckem, No this is not love

This is death bout to touchem

This is anything movin

Becoming the new focus of my weapon

This is with each breath I take in

Bein the last one they takin

This is me askin gods forgiveness

For all the souls at his gate waitin

All the clothes we left on lifeless bodies

White flags could a saved em

But they refuse to chose to waivem

So I refuse not to sprayem, fuckem

That's why they stay

With they face to the pavement prayin

To god they don't get weighed in

Cause we are not playin

We are on top of this foodchain

And they could never evolve past us

And though we'd see this solved peacefully

They mistakenly come after us

But they never seem to be able to handle

The repercussions afterwards

When the dust settles and they finally realize

They should have been pacifists

But its too late to switch

After this full metal jacket grabs em

Look we toldem this was war

And we toldem we get at em

This is war…

V3

I don been to war in all seasons

Gave a whole new meanin to block bleedin

I done seen some of the hardest cats shot

On the ground screamin

Exercising these demons

From the souls of my enemies

My mouth never moves

But my finger moves repeatedly

Casket closed friend or foe

When its my time I'll never know

Don't catch bullets always

let my bullets go

squeeze till its nothing left

protect my buddy protect my self

gotta make it home so i

fight till my last breathe

never mind these fucked up rules

if he can breakem so can you

if he talk shit best believe

that im gone killem fool

a dead man cant talk

fuckem is what im talking about

only story getting told

is the story comin out my mouth

its war, aint no rules here

my enemies made that real clear

explosives under the street

the only thing that I'm fearin here

no time to make my first mistake

be on point wit each chance I take

gotta stay focused just to

make it to the next day

my eyes are open never shut

holdin a weapon blowem up

when my boots are laced up

best believe im not given a fuck

I'm givin all my rounds away

Hell naw I aint stingy bro

He can takem all or he better

Throw his truce up, its war