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king just - shaolin soldiers lyrics

[intro]
that’s all we got, we gonna need
choose, you ready
yeah, let’s do this sh-t
yeah, yeah, yo who be that?
yo that’s the god?
yeah, word up, n-gg-s gotta learn to f-ckin answer me dude
i want ’em all, f-ck that
shaolin, shao!

[king just]
what, what, my gods is raced up
the thought that i throw is like a blow to your gut
word up, what the f-ck, the god creates drama
two-six horror, terrorize the n-gg- mama
i smell marce in the air, yeah
where, all my gods standin right here
in the rear, tryin to sneak me from behind
shaolin, rush ’em, nah nah he’s mines
die earth sc-m, die, die
it’s just like a needle goin straight to my eye
oh why, does it have to be this way
i don’t know, but i flip the sh-t everyday
so come on, where you at, where you at
p-ss me my gat, i’ma kill a cat, if they ever f-ck wit the rats
and that be the sh-t in my life
the god ain’t trife, yikes, yikes
fool strikes, kung fu, killa comin through
ooh, that be that n-gg- from the zoo
but yet ya wanna ask me, how i slam a jam
it’s simple, all i do is gram on a gram in a cracker
hit ya like a linebacker, i’mma gat ya
when i get ya, i’mma blast ya
blaow, like kool moe dee, how ya like me know
when my style is ill, raow raow

[chorus 6x]
shaolin soldiers! (hey!)

[king just]
enough is enough, wit this corn ball stuff
about who can get rough and tough, or who can get snuffed
please, if you came to battle, then rap
cuz your name ain’t scarface, and you don’t own no gat
you ain’t hurtin nothin, ain’t no future in frontin
you probably ain’t even sayin nuthin
yo you’re bluffin, puttin like your styles is phat
but your rhymes are wack and you sound like you on plaque
new jack, you’re a wanna be, down to be, soon to be
whatever you want, let it be
and i’mma hit ya wit a safer rap
to make you shut ya trap, and get the god hand clap, smack
hit across your lips wit some sh-t
that make ya wanna spit and do two back flips
blue top, i clear through the air
you against me? well i don’t think that’s fair
you need more people to match my equal
and even if then, there won’t be no sequel
yo, let’s get straight to the matter
how my thoughts get phatter and phatter and phatter
ask betty crocker, yo it’s in the batter
and i’mma climb the charts and splatter

[chorus 5x]

[king just]
why would you wanna write my sh-t like that?
why must the god chase the cat?
why would you even wanna front like that?
smile in my face, and talk sh-t behind my back
d-mn n-gg-, you must of wasted ya time
if you wanted to be rapper, i done wrote you a rhyme
yo, you don’t get no props, for bitin my sh-t
you only get props, for bein on my d-ck
but when you hear this, don’t be mad
just be glad, that i ain’t whip on ya monkey -ss
you got a lotta b-lls bitin my style
soon we gonna be on it like aow, aow
put your sh-t on the court
cuz this one here takes to take ’em, yo i’m brake
lord forgiveness sake, for they do not know what they do
when they bent the zoo, i should of brought it to they whole
crew
badoop a doo, oh my god n-gg-, let’s be real
the eight commandment, says thou shall not steal
help police, i’m being robbed
by some corns on the car, that need to get a f-ckin real job
the mob rocks more sh-t than boulders
i told ya, everybody can’t be a soldier

[chorus 9x]

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