High tech weapons everywhere. We roll in the jungle. In the middle of the field, they tumble. Somebody gon' crumble after the rumble. Urban souljah. .
Two glocks foe tha war, niggaz die foe that infantry. If I lay me down to sleep, I'd die foe that SCT. Mo Murda's jumpin on that Clair side, foe that late night (rumors and war).