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Some information about The Militia Lyrics Title: Gang Starr - The Militia lyrics Artist: Gang Starr Album: Moment of Truth Visitors: 5 visitors have visited The Militia Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. "There s a bulletin - state policePrinceton Junction" "The militia... Certain individuals of unidentified nature is now under complete control" "Hip-hop is notwhat it is today.." "It s the real *echoes*... it s the (militia)" Verse one: Big Shug If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game They d relocateand change their fuckin name I eradicate movefakersroll with coat shakers Give dap to mad money makers Shared cells with lifetakershave sex with rumpshakers I make moves so I ma earthquaker I ve been known to instill fear Although the world may be roundwe still trapped in the square City lightgot me buggin and trife Some die by the gunsome die by the knife It s alrightlike a game of spades I m trump tight Premier hit me with music to ensure that it thump right And my flightwill be taken solely at night Cause that s when the freaks come outno doubt And in the dark hours is when I will shower with the knowledge of my trade to get paid Still I make moves like a snake in the grassroundabout I be dickin it down while you be assed out Puff mad L s but never passed out And if I m caught up in a jam I blast my way out There ll be no lettin upjust straight shuttin up or we ll start the wettin up Lyrical infrared sceptor never miss you Big ShugGuruFreddie FoxxxThe Militiamilitia Chorus: Freddie Foxxx Everybody s spittin itthe rhyme is hot Cause it s Big ShugGuruand Freddie the Foxxx When Premier bring the beatsno it just don t stop It s The Militia *echoes* Chorus Verse Two: Guru Yo; I ain t one to succumb to no manbut to command And scoop up the troops when it s time to take a stand Emphaticallydeep strategies leave casualties I creep graduallytil everybody knows that I got more flows than Rosebud got hoes The anger inside had me trapped til I got geared up with raps to tear you up like big gats for big stackswatch your back when I send em in Caught you tremblinmy name and face you re rememberin Several attemptsbut nah bitchyou ll never win Rhymes pierce your skin or maybe limbs we ll be severin Take you to the matpeep thatyou should keep back My ill-kid format will lay you flat like a doormat that I walk onI meditate while you talk on And gossipso I drop my hot shit; fully loaded glock clips So get the fuck out my blockkid As nights turn to daysdays go back to nightswe be speaking it right And keeping it tight up in the street life I meet lifehead onno holds barred Born with a heart of goldnow mostly cold and scarred En guardchoose your weaponor get to steppin Lyrical bullets make you dance from the trance you be kept in Assessments are made beforeand during combat I master my hungerblow the spot when I bomb cats One of usequals many of us Disrespect one of usyou ll see plenty of us Conflictis what I predict You and your fellas is mad jealousattempting to flare We cleverly stalked yayour fam ll miss ya The war s onthat s why we formed The Militia Chorus Verse Three: Freddie Foxxx You niggaz owe me for my rhymesI come to collect For you dope fiend niggaz in rapI here to injectcheck My style is water babyspread it around But when you niggaz don t flow it right and fuck up my sound I get down; in 89 I spit the buck in the face of every MC that came in the placea scar you ll never erase MC s are only recognized for their flows I m worldwide for the bitchesthat I turned into hoes You heard me spit it on Jew-elzthat s how it goes For all them faking ass niggaz and how I bust up they nose And while yournose is drippinand drainin blood I be standing over you screamin"NiggaWHATWHAT?! Nigga WHAT?!" Niggas feel my presencelike I m right in they palm Cause a stormy day is comingwhen you see me so calmit s on No more twin glocksthey jam up my plays Now its twin .40 calibre Walther PPK s I m in the control of my gameyou must respect me like The Ref Uh-huhyou disrespect *gun clicks* you get the tech I turn you fake niggaz on and offlike I m the clapper I rob so many niggazthey should call me Jack the Rapper I ll the illest nigga doing thisdead or alive Gloria Gaynor on you motherfuckersI Will Survive You can try to come at mebut do you want the kick back? You snap inside the cage of a pitand you get bit backhuh My war is so tightmy drama so ill Beef with me hangs around like a unpaid bill I push these lyrics through any MCand make it burn So the niggaz who be rhyming nextwill miss a turn When you speak of who s the dopest MCI don t come up But when you speak of who s the livest MCI stay what upwhat s up? I got stripes while you got strikes and bogus mikes Do what bitch niggaz do best *UTFO sample* bite You niggaz can t make up a law that I don t overruleoverthrow Prim brought Bumpy these tracks so I can let you know Before I slide I ma leave you this jewel Even mechanics walk around with they tools It s the Militia Hottest songs from Gang Starr : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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