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usda - respect da shield lyrics

[intro: slick p. talkin’]
haha!
you n-gg-s wann’ play, mayn?
you n-gg-s wann’ war?
we’ll take you to war!
dis tha shield mayn!
c-t-e mayn!
you dunno whatchu f-ckin’ with! (fa real)

[chorus:]
you n-gg-s wanna play? – we got somethin’ hot for ya
osama clips, we got a 100 shots for ya (brrraa)
usda (aye! ), respect da shield!
usda (aye! ), respect da shield!
you n-gg-s wanna play? – we got somethin’ hot for ya
osama clips, we got a 100 shots for ya
usda (aye! ), respect da shield!
usda (aye! ), respect da shield!

[verse 1: slick pulla]
it’s da shield, who wann’ problems with da 4 letters (who?)
thunder storm, on ya block give ya bad weather (hahaa)
all black hoodie, all black gloves leather (leather)
mossberg hitcha chest, lift ya like a feather (suckas! )
and i keep a clique of young troop’s firen’ (brrraa)
bustin’ at cha -ss like them boys in blood diamond (blood diamond)
grimy with it, but da boys stay shine (sheeh! )
baby choppa’ arm put a jacket it in the line (talk to em’)
you gon’ b-mp and i knock off ya face (brra)
witout the clippers n-gg-, you can get a fresh fade (okaay)
you loose-lipped n-gg-s finna get b-ttoned up (up)
the shield’s here n-gg-, time to straighten up (fa real)

[chorus]

[verse 2: young roccett]
i’m a leave a man in an abandoned buildin’, screamin’ for the lord
no feet no hands and includin’ a broken jaw (yup! )
dress ya like a rapper so you don’t feel left out
in the same shirt boy dat got kanye’s chest out (woo)
no goofy for the oozi, the semi-auto to mac 11
a.k. 47 leave his brains on the front yard
infront of his daughter, his son no his grandpa
hommies in the street deep, lookin’ like a trump squad
i’m a kill ’em, just gimme a clip
i got blue everywhere, like it’s revenge of the crips
holes in ya body the size of a bellagio chips
yeah roccett-locs burner, boy as hot as it gets (wuh)

[chorus]

[verse 3: 2’11]
gimme everythang n-gg- dis the 2-11
run upon ’em, pull the pistol out my.87 (cla-clack! )
blood money, yeah we cashin’ out mills (okayye! )
disrespect the shield and get killed (chyeah! )
nah, it ain’t a game dog, it’s real in the field (aye! )
x amount of sh-lls pop-a-n-gg- like a pill
top down on the old’ school ‘ville
chrome hundred spokes on the mothaf-ckin’ wheels
trapstar, i got work in the area (in the area! )
united streets d-boyz of america (u-s-d-ayy! )
betcha life dat da mossberg’ll burry ya (burry ya! )
they gone have to call a coroner to carry ya (hahaa)

[chorus]

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