Ur In Da Army

Babycakes, your in a foreign landUncle Sam does the best he canYou're in the army nowOh-oh, you're in the army, nowNow you remember what the draftman saidNothing to do all day but stay in bedYou're in the army nowOh-oh, you're in the army, nowVerse 1Mega:This is thuggery, yo I'm thuggin', seeNurses said I need 3 months of recovery(That's what they said)They was loving me, plus they was rubbing meShit, I should've sucked their feet just to show 'em I'm sucker-freeSlewin' the booth, pursuin' the truthYou're in the army now, I'm the one recruitin' the troopsSo yeah (yeah)This is a leadership, hop on this leader shipBut you ain't leading shitNo, you ain't a leader prickI been had metal on my hipWay before I got into beef and got metal in my hipAh, common crooks, you gwaan as shookYou don't wanna go to war like Sadaam and Bush, you're pussYo my weapon long (Brraat)We can get it on (Brraat)It's some Blitzkreig, Vietnam, Desert StormAnd, and, when you thought I passed awayI'm on the operatin' table for like half a daySee I'm a soldierHookS.A.S.Loading the GlockReload and it's cocked to popWhether you know it or not, shit(You're in the army)Yo it's war in these little streetsNorth, south, or west, it feels like the middle eastAll the bawling's overThis is a commemoration for my fallen soldiers, yeahWho Dares Win, so strat me clownI spray these rounds until you niggaz can't be foundVerse 2Mayhem:I remember days I was pitchin' crack, tryna duck squalieNow I'm a Diplomat, and a rap artistFind me where my niggaz atTurn the block, find me, I'm BloodWhen them triggers clap, you will not harm meYour boy getting loot for daysI breathe by you, got lungs smell like jupe and hazeMe, Adamu, troops who blazeThem Rugers, K'sOne phonecall, moves is madeRep 9-Triggy gang, that's a shout to the setGot clout and bagauettes, I'm about my respectSo, get prepared if you scaredCuz this shit here make niggaz disappearBeen tuff-timin', rhymin', grindin', shininDipset bitch, read in between them diamondsA few O's spare, I move those, yeahWith two guns on me like "Nigga, who goes there"I'm in the armyHookVerse 3Juelz Santana:Reportin' to you guys, reportin' to you live (from where)From the corner, that's my bitch, I'm on her (Yes)I hug her, I love her, I trust her with my lifeLike a brother, like a mother, like a wifeAnd nuthin' elseThe kid struggled to get to stardomNow I'm on, it's on, yeah it's big trouble in little HarlemFuck fightin' a war, catch me fightin' on tourLeast I know who I'm fightin', what I'm fightin' him forThey say we shouldn't fight for colors on a ragWell, we shouldn't, like we shouldn't fight for colors on a flagAmerica, open your eyes to the factsThere's a war goin' on and it's not in IraqUh-uh, Bush smerkin' (yup)The hood's hurtin' (yup)It's a drought, nobody getting good work in (yup)Fiends is cranky, I'm seeing latelyHustlers, plottin', watchin' and seeing 'em shakyIn the armyHook