V1  I hear is momma cryin  But I still scream fuckem  Unload my magazine on this buster  That's how I say fuckem  You know we don't trust em    Let them all lie dead in a dirt bed  With a bullet in his head  Rest in peace to all my soldiers  Got a lot on my head    Now turn the combinations  To release my thoughts  Im fed up with all this  Save the word talk    Right heres were the fuckem starts  And the piece stops  Fuckem    If he aint got no food  Fuckem    If he aint got no shoes  Cause I  Got everything to live for  He got nothing to lose... fuckem    I know my thoughts are not fair  But im fighting for my country  And I, wonder sometimes  If my country even cares    But fuckem    If he pull that trigger once  Man he'll do it again  So when he ran out a bullets put the weapon down  He must a thought the violence was gon end    Fuckem    Killem alls what my heart say  So my finger gladly replies  With a 5.56, or a 7.62  Right between his eyes fuckem    5 to 55 (what) my bullets don't discriminate  so if you think that im wrong  get me outta here  you can gladly take my place fuckem    chorus  this is war round here  when we see um fuckem  everybody on the streets  when we see um fuckem    they callin cease fires  but they keep firin fuckem  I got no love for them  Pussy niggaz here fuckem    They trying to see us all dead over here fuckem  But I aint trying to get bled over here fuckem  They even look like they bout to do something  Lay em down put 50 rounds in they stomach fuckem    V2  Started off kinda professional  But now this shit is personal  Niggaz learn when red crosses  And sirens come to they rescue    And its always getting serious  When hot barrels get pointed at you  Don't give a fuck about yalls lives  Now that im guarding mine more careful    Treat everyday just the like the first day  Examples can be made out you  And any day could be your last day  And experience wont help you    And I'll be damned if im scared  Cause me runnin is not an issue  And just think  Somebody at the crib might miss you    Wish your wife and children  Wishin For you stepped they woulda kissed you  When all that be said is daddy died  Bein a damn fool    If you got nothing to lose  Take a chance when convoys ride thru  50 cals and 240's  like 360's and quarter miles dude    and its, always getting serious  just thought I would remind you  niggaz thought process delirious  not chancing what the next might do    and I still don't think yall hearin  even though yall should find time to  you can love us and never hate us  and that's the bottom line dude    v3  just puttem on the same block with me  im poppin off till all 7  of these magazines is empty  no, they will not get me    though they've come close to hittin me  so far they missed me  only managed to piss me off  now I react more quickly    and I will never lay down  nor will anybody with me  keep my boots laced up  tighter than fuck... lets go    till we dead in the street  or its time to come home  yeah we don held down the block  4 mofuckers strong    and we don popped off a few times  new we was dead wrong  wish they'd let god judgem  cause my judgement is off    and though I try not to playem  they hand me his role  so in his image I judgem  fuckem they got to go    no I aint trying to be they jury  but this is all they'll give me  so in return all I can givem  is a vcerdict of guilty    and carry out they sentence of death  for they kill me they self  they trying to dance with the devil  but I only dance by myself... fuckem