Military Minds Lyrics By 2Pac
Suppress the revolution, a premeditated scheme
Introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens
Got a law for raw **** now, player, what it be like?
When will **** see they got us bleeding with three strikes?
Can't seem to focus, hopeless, with violent thoughts, I wrote this
Got these devils petrified, hiding from my hocus pocus
And so, I learned to earn my currency in overtime
Affiliated, clearly click a military mind
May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox
Thugged out and drug dealing, from the womb to the block
My live mind got me surviving five rounds (Shots)
My .45 got me fortified with live rounds
When shit stick, we plot hits, when our Glock spits
All hail, out on bail, wrath of the 2Pacalypse
Forever ghetto, necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw Thug **** never left the boot camp
They called us for assignment, one of the squad's finest
Skills in guerrilla warfare and blessed with refinement
My rap sheet contains sections of bomb sessions
Says I'm responsible for black Smith 'N Wesson
Putting local Yorks in a military state of mind
Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined
Co Co Brothers upon the borderline
Test the sound and you're dead, same time
Man to man, I'm facing the devil with a plan
Judo stance, first glance, I'm making my advance
Animal instincts, intelligence of an assassin
Masked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack
I react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me
Never forget the method, stick and move strictly
Shit me seeming like it's closing in
With no regrets, I hold position
'Cause I suppose I'm one of the chosen men
Picture being put in a position to move
And you can't move 'cause your move was blocked by the knight
At 12 o'clock, that's when the madness begins
So I start to focus in
My thoughts on the war 'cause the rule is the law
And the law that we live by is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI
Why try if your body lie by the block?
True soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll (This is how we ride)
Stick and move
Time to show 'em how to make a move
Or get moved on
Let's see who's strong
In the days of the strange where nothing stays the same
Where new faces come through with similar game
Now who you thought was them really ain't they
Catching déjà vues of the game people play
It's a call for readjustment, fine tune your position
You slipping and tripping 'stead of bobbing and dippin'
But never let this world of stress get the best of me
Taking breathing techniques, slay you with Tai Chi
What does it take to get a break in the world of snakes?
And those who fake elimination, I'm facing destruction
Outlawed, so I'm ducking down
Four-four is busting, no one to trust in
Rushing to the goal line
Catch a ****, beat him, treat him like he stole mine
No swine, I'm a soldier, told you, I control I mine
Time to take you back into time
Follow this here
One way out this black hole
For this black soul, shit is outta control
I'm fighting for my position to be a fetus in this world I'm entering
And my face is sentencing for repentance
Before my body was fully formed into a human
I was already consuming weed
'Cause my moms used to smoke back in the 70s
Maybe that's why, in the 90s, I drop Gs when I drop degrees
When I ease across the block with Pac
Got all y'all **** shocked
You didn't think Boot Camp Clique would link with an Outlaw mind?
If you do, you press rewind
And you can peep guerrilla tactics in every line
Yeah, and this is how we do it
Where my real thugs, where they at?
Let me see my real thugs, now where you at?
Won't ya see my real thugs, where you at?
Let me see my real thugs, where you at now?
Where my real thugs, let me see where you at
Tell me where my real thugs, gots to see where you at
Where's my soldiers, where you at?
Where my real soldiers, where you at?
Where my soldiers at, where you at, where you at?
Get your strap, my ****, where you at, where you at?
Where my soldiers at, where you at, whatcha at?
Getcha, thug ****, where you at with your strap?
Where my soldiers at, where my true thug ****?
No longer drug dealers
Cause we now thug ****, where my soldiers at?
No longer drug dealers
Cause we now thug ****, let me, where my?
Where my soldiers at? Put your pistols in the air
Where my soldiers at? Put your guns up
Tell me, where my soldiers at? Put your pistols in the air
Where my soldiers, my true thug rollers?
Yes, it just doesn't quit, yes
Yes, this is that real hip-hop shit, yes
Fuck what you heard
From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant every word
Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?
Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?
Put your hand on your pistol, put your pistols in the air
Where my soldiers at, where my soldiers at?
Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?
Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?
When Bob Dole and Delores Tucker wanna know
Where my soldiers at? Go vote
