Babycakes, your in a foreign land   Uncle Sam does the best he can   You're in the army now   Oh-oh, you're in the army, now   Now you remember what the draftman said   Nothing to do all day but stay in bed   You're in the army now   Oh-oh, you're in the army, now      Verse 1   Mega:   This is thuggery, yo I'm thuggin', see   Nurses said I need 3 months of recovery   (That's what they said)   They was loving me, plus they was rubbing me   Shit, I'll shoot a sucker free just to show 'em I'm sucker-free   Slewin' the booth, pursuin' the truth   You're in the army now, I'm the one recruitin' the troops   So yeah (yeah)   This is a leadership, hop on this leader ship   But you ain't leading shit   No, you ain't a leader prick   I been had metal on my hip   Way before I got into beef and got metal in my hip   Ah, calm you crooks, you gwaan and shook   You don't wanna go to war like Sadaam and Bush, you're puss   Yo my weapon long (Brraat)   We can get it on (Brraat)   It's some Blitzkreig, Vietnam, Desert Storm   And, and, when you thought I passed away   I'm on the operatin' table for like half a day   See I'm a soldier      Hook   S.A.S.   Loading the Glock   Reload and it's cocked to pop   Whether you know it or not, shit   (You're in the army)   Yo it's war in these little streets   North, south, or west, it feels like the middle east   All the ballin's over   This is a commemoration for my fallen soldiers, yeah   Who Dares Win, so strat me clown   I spray these rounds until you niggaz can't be found      Verse 2   Mayhem:   I remember days I was pitchin' crack, tryna duck squalie   Now I'm a Diplomat, and a rap artist   Find me where my niggaz at   Turn the block, Barney   And Blood, when them triggers clap, you will not harm me   Your boy getting loot for days   I breeze by you, cologne smell like Joop & Haze   Me, Adamu, troops who blaze   Them Rugers, K's   One phonecall, moves is made   Rep 9-Treezy gang, that's a shout to the set   Got clout and bagauettes, I'm about my respect   So, get prepared if you scared   Cuz this shit here make niggaz disappear   It's all timin', rhymin', grindin', shinin'   Dipset bitch, read in between them diamonds   A few O's spare, I move those, yeah   With two guns on me like "Nigga, who goes there"   I'm in the army      Hook      Verse 3   Juelz Santana:   Reportin' to you guys, reportin' to you live (from where)   From the corner, that's my bitch, I'm on her (Yes)   I hug her, I love her, I trust her with my life   Like a brother, like a mother, like a wife   And nuthin' else   The kid struggled to get to stardom   Now I'm on, it's on, yeah it's big trouble in little Harlem   Fuck fightin' a war, catch me fightin' on tour   Least I know who I'm fightin', what I'm fightin' him for   They say we shouldn't fight for colors on a rag   Well, we shouldn't, like we shouldn't fight for colors on a flag   America, open your eyes to the facts   There's a war goin' on and it's not in Iraq   Uh-uh, Bush smerkin' (yup)   The hood's hurtin' (yup)   It's a drought, nobody getting good work in (yup)   Fiends is cranky, I'm seeing lately   Hustlers, plottin', watchin' and seeming shaky   In the army      Hook