Shaolin Soldiers

Intro
That's all we got, we gonna need
Choose, you ready
Yeah, let's do this s**t
Yeah, yeah, yo who be that?
Yo that's the God?
Yeah, word up, gotta learn to fkin answer me dude
I want 'em all, fk that
Shaolin, Shao!!!

King Just
What, what, my Gods is raced up
The thought that I throw is like a blow to your gut
Word up, what the fk, the God creates drama
Two-Six horror, terrorize the nigg* mama
I smell marce in the air, yeah
Where, all my Gods standin right here
In the rear, tryin to sneak me from behind
Shaolin, rush 'em, nah nah he's mines
Die Earth scum, die, die
It's just like a needle goin straight to my eye
Oh why, does it have to be this way
I don't know, but I flip the s**t everyday
So come on, where you at, where you at
Pass me my gat, I'ma kill a cat, if they ever fk wit the rats
And that be the s**t in my life
The God ain't trife, yikes, yikes
Fool strikes, kung fu, killa comin through
Ooh, that be that nigg* from the Zoo
But yet ya wanna ask me, how I slam a jam
It's simple, all I do is gram on a gram in a cracker
Hit ya like a linebacker, I'mma gat ya
When I get ya, I'mma blast ya
Blaow, like Kool Moe Dee, how ya like me know
When my style is ill, raow raow

Chorus 6X
Shaolin Soldiers! (Hey!)

King Just
Enough is enough, wit this corn ball stuff
About who can get rough and tough, or who can get snuffed
Please, if you came to battle, then rap
Cuz your name ain't Scarface, and you don't own no gat
You ain't hurtin nothin, ain't no future in frontin
You probably ain't even sayin nuthin
Yo you're bluffin, puttin like your styles is phat
But your rhymes are wack and you sound like you on plaque
New Jack, you're a wanna be, down to be, soon to be
Whatever you want, let it be
And I'mma hit ya wit a safer rap
To make you shut ya trap, and get the God hand clap, smack
Hit across your lips wit some s**t
That make ya wanna spit and do two back flips
Blue top, I clear through the air
You against me? Well I don't think that's fair
You need more people to match my equal
And even if then, there won't be no sequel
Yo, let's get straight to the matter
How my thoughts get phatter and phatter and phatter
Ask Betty Crocker, yo it's in the batter
And I'mma climb the charts and splatter

Chorus 5X

King Just
Why would you wanna write my s**t like that?
Why must the God chase the cat?
Why would you even wanna front like that?
Smile in my face, and talk s**t behind my back
d*mn nigg*, you must of wasted ya time
If you wanted to be rapper, I done wrote you a rhyme
Yo, you don't get no props, for bitin my s**t
You only get props, for bein on my d*ck
But when you hear this, don't be mad
Just be glad, that I ain't whip on ya monkey ass
You got a lotta balls bitin my style
Soon we gonna be on it like aow, aow
Put your s**t on the court
Cuz this one here takes to take 'em, yo I'm brake
Lord forgiveness sake, for they do not know what they do
When they bent the Zoo, I should of brought it to they whole crew
Badoop a doo, oh my God nigg*, let's be real
The eight commandment, says thou shall not steal
Help police, I'm being robbed
By some corns on the car, that need to get a fkin real job
The Mob rocks more s**t than boulders
I told ya, everybody can't be a soldier

Chorus 9X