Respect Da Shield

[Intro - Slick P. talkin'] Haha! You niggas wann' play, mayn? You niggas wann' war? We'll take you to war! This tha shield mayn! C-T-E mayn! You dunno whatchu fuckin' wit!! (Phureal) [Hook] You niggas wann' play? - We got somethin' hot for ya Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for ya (Brrraa) USDA (Aye!), Respect Tha Shield! USDA (Aye!), Respect Tha Shield! You niggas wann' play? - We got somethin' hot for ya Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for ya USDA (Aye!), Respect Tha Shield! USDA (Aye!), Respect Tha Shield! [Verse 1 - Slick Pulla] It's the shield, who wann' problems wit the 4 letters (Who?) Thunder storm, on ya block give ya bad weather (Hahaa) All black hoodie, all black gloves leather (Leather) MossBerg hitcha chest, lift ya like a feather (Suckas!) And I keep a clip of young truth's fine (Brrraa) Bustin' at chya azz like them boys at Blood Dime (Blood Dime) Grimin' wit it, but tha boys stay shine (Sheeh!) Baby choppa' armor to jack it in the line (Talk to em') You gon' bump and I knock off ya face Witout the clippers nigga, you can get a fresh fade You loose-lipped niggas finn' to get buttoned up The Shield's here nigga, time to straighten up (Phureal!) [Hook] [Verse 2 - Roccett] I'mma leave a man in an abandoned building, screamin' for The Lord No feet no hands and includin' a broken jaw (Yup!) Dress ya like a rapper so you don't feel left out On the same shirt were got Kanye's chest out (Woo) No goofy for the uzi, the semi-auto to mac 11 A.K. 47 leave his brains on the front yard Infront of ya daughter, ya son or his grandpa Hommies in the street deep, lookin' like a Trump squad I'mma kill 'em, just gimme a clip I got blue everywhere, like it's revenge of The Crips Holes in ya body the size of a Bellagio chips Yeah Roccett Locc's burner, boy as hot as it gets [Hook] [Verse 3 - 211] Gimme everythang nigga, this the 211 Run upon 'em, pull the pistol out, my .87 (Cla-Clack!) Blood money, yeah we cashin' out mills (Okayye!) Disrespect The Shield and get killed (Chyeah!) Nah, it ain't a game dogg, it's real in the field (Aye!) X amount of shells pop-a-nigga like a pill Top down on the old' school 'Ville Chromed hunned spokes on the mothafuckin' wheels Trapstar, I got work in the area (In the area!) United Streets D-Boyz of America (U-S-D-Ayy!) Betcha life tat the MossBerg'll a bury ya (Bury ya!) They gone have to call a coroner to carry ya (Hahaa) [Hook]