[Hook: Julius] 2x
I’m a soldier, nigga and I told you
I’m a chrome loader, nigga I don’t know you
You shouldn’t approach a G from the slums, yea, the shotty’ll blow you to kingdom come
Hey, hey, hey, hey
[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
Luci’s the soldier type, chrome ignite, let a nigga have it so polite
So precise, venomous shit, cobra bite, show you right
When I expose the pipe, my shots go far it’s Kobe like
I got a .38 special delivery simple it’s quick, overnight
Luciano’s the poltergeist, it’s finna get more than gory
Y’all spit basic rhymes, I’m Frankenstein, made in a laboratory, yea
This a horror story, yea
See, the floor is stained with blood
Go shopping for caskets, see the florist man, because
I’m a killa, hail, snow, sleet and pouring rain
We’ve been running shit for centuries; I got a prehistoric game, okay
You better get with us cuz you can’t erase the COB
My circle fly, better catch the movement like a basic lob
Bloody murder, murder, murder, murder, yea
I know you heard, we about money, sluts and burners, yea
My two guns shoot musically, call it a strapped medley
My team ill, like Newports, my pack deadly
[Hook] 2x
[Verse 2: Kenny Siegel]
Yo, Kenny’s both a menace and slicker than Dennis Hope
And when provoked, I’m finna put a nigga off in my scope
Or slit his throat, I’m a buck fifty either way, fuck with me, Siegel’s great, follow me I’mma lead the way
People hate, swallow me’s all I need to say, piece of cake
Your dog’s in the street every day, as if he’s a stray
It might seem as if he’s okay, but I’m a fucking mutant, so you might wanna back up like a request for a substitution
And you computer thugs can have your hours of fun
When I download, I’m sitting down, slipping rounds in my gun
The witching hour’s when I scour the streets to pick a tower to pick off cowards with the Howitzer from, hit a thousand and one
Yea, arrogantly tilt my brim
Blow trees like a forest with real high winds
Anybody else ill like him? For the answer, spell million backwards: NO-ill-I-M!
[Hook] 2x
[Verse 3: Demetrius Capone]
If it’s modern warfare, then the God of War’s there
City by the shore, yea, we water board there
Sick as Sodom and Gomorrah, or Saddam and Muammar Gaddafi
Coming back as some zombies with a warhead
We a sick regime, sick till your team quit, then the scene switch, chillin’ in the Philippines bitch
You niggas team Edward or Jacob, Me and my niggas team 6, on some nicotine shit
Put a hole in your lungs, yea fricassee pricks
Wikipedia my bitch, it reads that she can lick a mean dick
It seems you on my chill and spray list, I scratch niggas off when my trigger finger itch
We murder, we ain’t a group, we a group of crows, I handle the Tommy, call it Cruise control
It’s risky business fucking with the Shoes - you can lose your souls; I’m a goon and soldier
I’m military ready – nigga you ready? I can barely tell
I don’t trust your faggot ass; I don’t believe your fairy tales
In the belly of the beast I’m heavy
In the streets, bring every scale
A Million LB’s in LB, yea that’s where we dwell
You ain’t a male carrier but you carry mail
I mean you carry letters, that’s better, cuz you take every L
You want it? Very well, drown you in the very well
Where I wish you niggas WOULD, then I’m bout to unbury hell
See I'm known, as Tony Montana, Soprano, Capone, Corleone
I’m Rambo in camo, cuz I’m the unknown
Soldier and I told you, I’m something like Stallone – I’m Sly
And my family’s stone cold, covert ops – I come and snipe your dome
Phone the cops when I hug a microphone, I’m cussing like I’m grown, Capone is fucking fly as drones
