Mo' Thugs - Urban Souljah lyrics

High tech weapons everywhere we roll in the jungle In the middle of the field we tumble Somebody gon' crumble, mo thugs to rumble Hit it off capitain jet plane low fuel its a quarter to the runway surely not To be a fun day it's a gun day warrior sk**s apply representin' the field Fire In hell the sky's the deal the fear of dyin' is real s** it up never wants to Be revealed again mess around discover the whole blurry. I know somebody's Deceivin' me but I'm famed for the n***a that's believin' just somethin' about That k**in' n***a and you know I gotta retrieve em. Splittin' the natural born Beret I pray carryin' around forty five forty four grenades and flames front Page in clips the world is crazy instincts Im another one in cages and blazin' Ya'll out ya'll out ya'll out now get on down ya'll out ya'll out ya'll out now Get on down ya'll out ya'll out ya'll out (Tombstone) Engage into combat Armageddon has already taken it's place inside of my brain. Held down by chains and I can't escape my evil ways everyday seems to get A little more strange to the point where I cannot sleep to conceive seed from a Full grown tree with fruit diseased only to be chopped and burned. I don't think There'll ever be a remedy for my disease from tears proceed to bleed from eye's Of those to see as they desperately search for peace a life of misery is all You've ever give to me I try to pray but my faith wont let me go no further