[Intro]
That's all we got, we gonna need
Choose, you ready
Yeah, let's do this shit
Yeah, yeah, yo who be that?
Yo that's the God?
Yeah, word up, niggas gotta learn to fuckin answer me dude
I want 'em all, fuck 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 fuck, the God creates drama
Two-Six horror, terrorize the nigga 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 shit everyday
So come on, where you at, where you at
Pass me my gat, I'ma kill a cat, if they ever fuck wit the rats
And that be the shit in my life
The God ain't trife, yikes, yikes
Fool strikes, kung fu, killa comin through
Ooh, that be that nigga 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 r
