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You are no longer black, or brown, or yellow, or red You are now green You are light green or dark green Do you understand? Sir, yes sir Fall in line to the sound of the gunshots Body bag, toe tag n your gun drops (march) Ten-hut, ten-hut I don't hear ya nigga (march) Ten-hut, ten-hut I don't fear a nigga Fall in line to the sound of the gunshots Body bag, toe tag n your gun drops (march) Ten-hut, ten-hut I don't hear ya nigga (march) Ten-hut, ten-hut I don't fear a nigga Corpses, bodies in the morgue, I'm an orphan Horses, apocalyptic all black horses Red rum, paramilitary with the torches Segregate your sect and serve these niggas up in portions Six wheels on the war drug Six shots in the Bulldog, more in the Bullpup We gon' feed him till he full up (yeah) Niggas talkin' real hard, but they never put they tools up Baghdad, I'm back again bitch nigga Killed yo hoe and killed yo friends bitch nigga Medal of Honor, at war fire with the best of 'em Niggas fall in line but die with the rest of 'em Fuck what you talkin' bout Niggas don't fall in line, they walk it out Niggas ain't worth my time, we fallin' out Niggas gon' rip that nine, and have it workin' out Chainsaws and switch blades, I fuck with that hand grenades Switch lanes get bust with that ghost in The shell, leave that weapon on that bull shit Young King Kong had them playing with that bull shit (okay, okay, okay, okay, okay) So work, flip bricks, I stole shit Hit licks and hit niggas on that cold shit Fuck a nigga talkin' on me, that's old shit Pull up and a nigga gon' see, we blow shit Fall in line to the sound of the gunshots Body bag, toe tag n your gun drops (march) Ten-hut, ten-hut I don't hear ya nigga (march) Ten-hut, ten-hut I don't fear a nigga Fall in line to the sound of the gunshots Body bag, toe tag n your gun drops (march) Ten-hut, ten-hut I don't hear ya nigga (march) Ten-hut, ten-hut I don't fear a nigga Swofford Sir, yes sir You the maggot whose father served in Vietnam? Sir, yes sir Outstanding, did he have the balls to die there? Sir, no sir Too fucking bad, did he ever talk about it? Sir, only once, sir Good, then he wasn't lying
Writer(s): Mathew Griffith Simons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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