Soldiers Gone Psycho

[Ruck]

Straight from the under, I make niggaz wonder

Why, I tap jaws, rock black eyes

See I, know nothing about things I be doing

Lives I ruin, in this here shit we persuing

My parabellum means swelling, cerebellum when we dwelling

The caucazoid, you void, my niggaz rebellin'

Who in the hell ever, said you can dwell wether

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 ass like Cato G

True warrior, conquerer, takin' flights, yo

Watch a nugget, I love it when niggaz on sight

[Chorus: 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 pyscho, why?

[Rock]

I be your Boot Camp, veteran, faggots know better than

To test me, see I gets nasty like hedicin

So who say, not me, or Ruck gon' be Saddam

Boy, you moms should of warned you about a walking time bomb

I breaks arms and legs, and straight up I bend that ass

So semi in that Henny, and we punk for me to bash 'em

Then ask Ruck, the irrational, here to bash a few

To, after who, you, whose your face to crack the brew

Then laugh at you, what's the, matter, dudes

Walking through my avenue, flappin' about

You wanna battle, dude, have a capitol

That'll do that ass a little justice

Don't fuck with the mothafuckin' Rock and the Ruckness

[Chorus]

[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 bitch ruckus reacting

I slap fools, relax with tools in my presence

Cuz that ain't shit, 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

Muthafuckin' 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 ass, 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 shit don't work

So bring ya game here, and get ya stupid ass hurt

No under dirt, we won't lay that, don't say jack

I can get ya back sprayed, or ya face smacked

And my black Smif-N-Wessun, that'll show me foldin'

Now who want come and test the champion, Boot Camp'ion' Soldier

[Chorus x2]