Mo Thugs Follow

High tech weapons everywhere
We roll in the jungle
In the middle of the field, they tumble
Somebody gon' crumble after the rumble
Urban souljah

Head it off, confident jet plane
Low fuel, escort it to the runway
Surely not gonna be a fun day
It's a gun day, warrior skills apply

Rebels in field, fire in hell and sky
The deal, the fear of dyin' is real
Suck it up, never once to be revealed again
Mess around, discourage the whole barrack

I know somebody's deceivin' me
But I'm fightin' to the end if I believe it
Just somethin' about that thriller-iller in a nigga
Yo, I gotta retrieve 'em, splittin' them natural born

We're raised to prey
We done brought the forty-five
Forty-four carry
(You withdraw the blame, listen, engagin')

On front page, eclipse the world courageous
If they all end up with barren wages in cages

Your left, your left, your left
Now, get on down
Now, stop and meet your fate
Wasteland gonna rock this place

Uh-huh, check it out, check it out
Uh-huh, check it out, check it out

Engage into combat, Armageddon is already takin'
It's place inside of my brain held down by chains
And I can't escape my evil way
Everyday seems to get a little bit more strange

To the point where I cannot sleep
A good seed was sewn into full a grown tree
With fruit as leaves, only to be chopped and burned
I don't think there'll ever be a remedy for my disease

As tears proceed bleed from eyes of those
Who scream as they desperately search for peace
A life of misery, all you've ever givin' me
I've tried to pray, but my faith won't let me go no further

If I got to die for something, it'll be my freedom
This ain't no physical war, it's all mental
Livin' in a final era of the very last pages of the Holy Bible
It's almost time to go as Judgment Day awaits our mortal souls

Sound off, one, two
Sound off, three, four

This is world we live in
Truly devoted, frustrations gettin' out
This splurge of mental traffic can drive you crazy
More than enough problems we're facin'

That's why Stone keep his mind in a zone, huh
Real with ourselves, we way off in the wasteland, nobody wanna die
No, nobody really give a damn, strugglin's a mother
Gotta play it out, can't unroll your cover

On the down low hustle, trustin' in God
Lettin' Him provide, we strivin' survivors
Ain't about what it was, what it is
The deal, real gorillas in the midst

High tech weapons everywhere
We roll in the jungle
In the middle of the field, they tumble
Somebody gon' crumble after the rumble
Urban souljah