(feat. Mddl Fngz, Cobe)




[Bun B:]

Remorse

Vengeance

Lost of a loved one

Relative in commander to the game of life, in which one chose to adapt to as a gangsta

Enter my mind

Fill my heart

My emotional pain

Can you feel it?

Naw

Can you feel it?

If you haven't experienced that nature of life, it's gutta



[Chorus: Cobe]

I got this drama

Don't worry momma

Cause I got the armor

On my back, when I

Drive through the streets

Everybody on me

Tryin to take my life

But I don't give a

What about that

Grip that thang

Cock that back

You don't wanna be (GONE)

Another goner (GONE)

In the game (GONE)

Another soldier (GONE)

In a grave (GONE)

Bendin' corners (GONE)

Finna bang (GONE)

Another soldier (LONG GONE)

In the grave (grave [x7])



[Bun B:]

We are the mighty Middle Fingaz

We do not accept hate

Love us or die



[Mddl Fngz:]

Yeah fatboy slow, but a nigga ain't quick

Ho limped through the door, lay a nigga on his d*ck

Open up tha door, nigga standing like "shit"

Fifteen full bricks, same price for a hit

Nigga I done done it, it ain't gotta be a lick

And if I'm plexin with you patna then the choppa gon piss

Shootin up ya corna make a sound like "Swish"

But I low so gat cause the chopper don't miss.



[Bun B:]

No the choppa gon hit

Bound to leave ya dome split

Lose ya bodily functions

Have me think you gon shit

Middle fingaz, strong click

Bun B, the strong spit

Put you six feet under

Why not have a long sit

Long walk, short pier

Mane have a long flip

Got the streets on lock

And got the yola on whip

Tell momma we comin home so don't trip



[Mddl Fngz:]

If I Tee, don't worry bout me

Momma I'm a G

I know how to handle niggas tryin to come up on me

Tryin to run up on me

Thinkin you gon try me

Shit in a bag

Drinkin through a IV

So appreciate ya breath

While you got some left

Ya life's a bitch

They got permanent PMS

And my only fear of death is reincarnation

So it ain't shit for me to make you niggas ER patients

Another soldier in the grave



[Chorus]



[B.A.N.D.I.T:]

Two nines, four clips

Prayin that you niggas trip

Lookin for some trouble

Finna bust you niggas bubble

And I don't give a fuck about your happy meal mug

We can go toe to toe, or trade these slugs

So catch a square nigga

And I won't budge

Don't plea bargain now, nigga save it for the judge

I might have you niggas lookin like a strawberry fanta

Did so much, done burned myself, retire my bandanna

SOUTHWEST got them soldiers

Some movin doja

Some movin X

But they mostly movin yola

With guns in tha holsta

We never leave tha toasta

Face could wind up on a rest in peace poster

Rest in peace? No suh

Pissin on ya gravesite

Then get real nigga with it and go fuck ya wife

So think twice

One for you and ya momma life

Band I-T, shoot the soldiers like I shoot tha dice



[Bun B:]

For my nigga Bad Ass Bam, I'll open ya head

For Young Lo, I'll let that forty-fo fill ya with lead

For Big Munsta, I'll pull out the Thompson and straight squeeze it

Behind Sean Wee I'll cut you off at the knees

For the Band I-T, I'll close range ya with the mac

And for K.S.O lot, I'll put the glock to ya back

Middle Finga, this ain't a act

This uncut coke

Don't ever play us for a joke

You'll get ya bitch-ass smoked

We go for broke



[Chorus]