[{"id":25685692,"name":"Military Minds","trackName":"Military Minds","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac 4 Ever","duration":306.917958,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stand in formation, my motherfuckin' real troopers\nLet's do it like soldiers - all and together now!\nReady? Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready\nNo retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!\nDo it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uhh - YES YES YES\nSay what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my real thugs, where ya at?\nHehehe, send cases to the drug dealer\nReal thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin' home\nDo it to 'em, do it to 'em\nThey love the way we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em\nSuppress the revolution of premeditated scheme\nIntroduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens\nGot a law for raw niggas, now, playa what it be like?\nWhen will niggas see they got us bleedin' with three strikes\nCan't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this\nGot these Devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus-pocus\nAnd so I learned to earn my currency and over time\nAffiliated, clearly click a military mind\nMay God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox\nThugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block\nMy live mind got me survivin' five rounds (shots)\nMy forty-five got me fortified with live rounds\nWhen shit's thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits\nAll hail, out on bail, wrath of the 2Pacalypse\nForever ghetto necessary picture food stamps\nOutlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp\nThey called us for assignment, one of the squad's finest\nSkills in guerilla warfare and blessed with refinement\nMy rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessions\nSays I'm responsible for black Smif-N-Wessun\nPuttin likkle yout's in a military state of mind\nDangerous like chronic and yard when combined\nCocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline\nTest de sound and ye dead same ti-ime\nMan to man, I'm facin' the Devil with a plan\nJudo stance, first glance, I'm makin' my advance\nAnimal instincts, intelligence of an assassin\nMasked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack\nI react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me\nNever forget the method, stick and move strictly\nShit be seemin' like it's closin' in\nWith no regrets I hold position\nCause I suppose I'm one of the chosen men\nPicture being put in a position to move\nAnd you can't move cause your move is blocked by the knight\nAt twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins\nSo I start to focus in, my thoughts on the war\nCause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by\nIs to stay true to self, in this case, BDI\nWhy try if ya body lie\nBy the block true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll\n(This is how we ride)\nStick and move, time to show 'em how to make a move\nOr get moved on, let's see who strong\nIn the gaze of the strange, where nothin stays the same\nWhere new faces come through with similar game\nNow who you thought was them, really ain't\nThey catchin' deja vu's of the game people play\nIt's a call for readjustment, fine tune yo' position\nYou slippin' and trippin' 'stead of bobbin and dippin'\nBut never let this world of stress get the best of me\nTakin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai-Chi\nWhat does it take, to get a break in the world of snakes\nAnd dose who fake\nElimination I'm facin' destruction\nOutlawed, so I duck and down, fo'-fo' is bustin', no one to trust in\nRushin' to the goal line\nCatch a nigga beat him treat him like he stole mine\nNo swine I'm a soldier, soldier I control mine\nTime to, take you, back into time - follow dis here\nOne way out, this black hole\nFor this black soul, shit is outta control\nI'm fightin' for my position to be a fetus in this world I'm enterin'\nAnd my face is sentencin' for repentance\nBefore my body was fully formed into a human\nI was already consumin' weed\nCause my moms used to smoke back in the 70's\nMaybe that's why in the 90's I drop G's when I drop degrees\nWhen I ease across the block with 'Pac\nGot all y'all niggas shocked\nYou didn't think Boot Camp Clik would link, with a Outlaw mind?\nIf you do you press rewind\nAnd you can peep guerilla tactics in every line\nYeah, and this is how we do it!\nWhere my real thugs, where they at?\nLet me, see my real thugs, now where ya at?\nWon'tcha, see my real thugs, where ya at?\nLet me, see my real thugs, where ya at now?\nWhere my real thugs, let me see, where ya at?\nTell me where my real thugs gots to see, where ya at?\nWhere's my soldiers, where ya at?\nWhere my real soldiers, where ya at?\nWhere my soldiers at; where ya at, where ya at?\nGet yo' strap my nigga; where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my soldiers at; where ya at, what ya at?\nGetcha, thug niggas where ya at, witcha strap?\nWhere my soldiers at, where my true thug niggas\nNo longer drug dealers cause we now, thug niggas\nWhere my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers\nCause we now, thug niggas, let me, where my\nWhere my soldiers at?, put your pistols in the air\nWhere my soldiers at?, put yo' guns up\nTell me where my soldiers at?, put yo' pistols in the air\nWhere my soldiers? My true thug rollers\nYes, it just doesn't quit, yes\nThis is that real hip-hop shit, yes!\nFuck what you heard\nFrom the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word\nWhere my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?\nWhere my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?\nPut yo' hand on the pistol, put yo' pistols in the air\nWhere my soldiers at? Where my soldiers at?\nWhere my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?\nWhere my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?\nWhen Bob Dole and Delores Tucker wanna know\nWhere my soldiers at? Go vote!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Military Minds\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 2Pac 4 Ever\n  duration_ms: 306918\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Stand in formation, my motherfuckin' real troopers\n  Let's do it like soldiers - all and together now!\n  Ready? Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready\n  No retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!\n  Do it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uhh - YES YES YES\n  Say what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at?\n  Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer\n  Real thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin' home\n  Do it to 'em, do it to 'em\n  They love the way we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em\n  Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme\n  Introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens\n  Got a law for raw niggas, now, playa what it be like?\n  When will niggas see they got us bleedin' with three strikes\n  Can't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this\n  Got these Devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus-pocus\n  And so I learned to earn my currency and over time\n  Affiliated, clearly click a military mind\n  May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox\n  Thugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block\n  My live mind got me survivin' five rounds (shots)\n  My forty-five got me fortified with live rounds\n  When shit's thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits\n  All hail, out on bail, wrath of the 2Pacalypse\n  Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps\n  Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp\n  They called us for assignment, one of the squad's finest\n  Skills in guerilla warfare and blessed with refinement\n  My rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessions\n  Says I'm responsible for black Smif-N-Wessun\n  Puttin likkle yout's in a military state of mind\n  Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined\n  Cocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline\n  Test de sound and ye dead same ti-ime\n  Man to man, I'm facin' the Devil with a plan\n  Judo stance, first glance, I'm makin' my advance\n  Animal instincts, intelligence of an assassin\n  Masked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack\n  I react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me\n  Never forget the method, stick and move strictly\n  Shit be seemin' like it's closin' in\n  With no regrets I hold position\n  Cause I suppose I'm one of the chosen men\n  Picture being put in a position to move\n  And you can't move cause your move is blocked by the knight\n  At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins\n  So I start to focus in, my thoughts on the war\n  Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by\n  Is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI\n  Why try if ya body lie\n  By the block true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll\n  (This is how we ride)\n  Stick and move, time to show 'em how to make a move\n  Or get moved on, let's see who strong\n  In the gaze of the strange, where nothin stays the same\n  Where new faces come through with similar game\n  Now who you thought was them, really ain't\n  They catchin' deja vu's of the game people play\n  It's a call for readjustment, fine tune yo' position\n  You slippin' and trippin' 'stead of bobbin and dippin'\n  But never let this world of stress get the best of me\n  Takin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai-Chi\n  What does it take, to get a break in the world of snakes\n  And dose who fake\n  Elimination I'm facin' destruction\n  Outlawed, so I duck and down, fo'-fo' is bustin', no one to trust in\n  Rushin' to the goal line\n  Catch a nigga beat him treat him like he stole mine\n  No swine I'm a soldier, soldier I control mine\n  Time to, take you, back into time - follow dis here\n  One way out, this black hole\n  For this black soul, shit is outta control\n  I'm fightin' for my position to be a fetus in this world I'm enterin'\n  And my face is sentencin' for repentance\n  Before my body was fully formed into a human\n  I was already consumin' weed\n  Cause my moms used to smoke back in the 70's\n  Maybe that's why in the 90's I drop G's when I drop degrees\n  When I ease across the block with 'Pac\n  Got all y'all niggas shocked\n  You didn't think Boot Camp Clik would link, with a Outlaw mind?\n  If you do you press rewind\n  And you can peep guerilla tactics in every line\n  Yeah, and this is how we do it!\n  Where my real thugs, where they at?\n  Let me, see my real thugs, now where ya at?\n  Won'tcha, see my real thugs, where ya at?\n  Let me, see my real thugs, where ya at now?\n  Where my real thugs, let me see, where ya at?\n  Tell me where my real thugs gots to see, where ya at?\n  Where's my soldiers, where ya at?\n  Where my real soldiers, where ya at?\n  Where my soldiers at; where ya at, where ya at?\n  Get yo' strap my nigga; where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my soldiers at; where ya at, what ya at?\n  Getcha, thug niggas where ya at, witcha strap?\n  Where my soldiers at, where my true thug niggas\n  No longer drug dealers cause we now, thug niggas\n  Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers\n  Cause we now, thug niggas, let me, where my\n  Where my soldiers at?, put your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at?, put yo' guns up\n  Tell me where my soldiers at?, put yo' pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers? My true thug rollers\n  Yes, it just doesn't quit, yes\n  This is that real hip-hop shit, yes!\n  Fuck what you heard\n  From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word\n  Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?\n  Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?\n  Put yo' hand on the pistol, put yo' pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at? Where my soldiers at?\n  Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?\n  Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?\n  When Bob Dole and Delores Tucker wanna know\n  Where my soldiers at? Go vote!\n"},{"id":18515823,"name":"Military Minds","trackName":"Military Minds","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac - Better Dayz (Disc Two)","duration":329.516563,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Military Minds\"\n\nStand in formation\nMy motherfucking real troopers\nLets do it like soldiers\nAll in together now\nReady?\nHell yeah\nNo retreat no surrender\nDeath before dishonor motherfucker\nDo it to them\n\nCome on\n\nNever got thuggish\nUhh\nYes yes YES\nSay whut\nWestide eastside ride\nWhere you at?, where you at?\nWhere my real thugs?\nWhere you at?, where you at?\nWhere my real thugs?\nWhere you at?, where you at?\nWhere my real thugs?\nWhere you at? (Huhuhu)\nThe cases of a drug dealer\nReal thugs, where you at?\n\nYo a motherfucking army\nDo it to them\nDo it to them\nThey love the way we do it to them\nWe do it to them\nCalvary\n\nSuppress the revolution of premeditated scheme duce a drug called crack\nTo us ghetto teens Got a law for raw niggas now\n\nPlaya what it be like? When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes Can't seem to focus\nHopeless\nWith violent thoughts\nI wrote this\n\nGot these devils petrified\nHiding from my hocus pocus\nAnd so I learned to earn my currency\nAnd over time Affiliated\nClearly click a military mind May god forgive us\n\nThough we dwell inside a paradox\nThugged out and drug dealing\n\n>From the womb to the block My live mind got me surviving 5 shots My 45 got me fortified with live rounds\nWhen shit stick\nWe plot hits\nWhen our block spits\nAll hail\nOut on bail\n\nWrath of 2pacalypse Forever ghetto\nNecessary picture food stamps\n\nOutlaw thug niggas\nNever left the boot camp\n\nI'm a nigga for assignment\nOne of the suqads finest Skilled in gorilla warfare\nAnd blessed\n\nWork with firearm My rap shit\n\nContains sections of bomb sessions\nSays I'm responsible for black smith and wessons Putting up on?? in the military state of mind Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined\nCocoa Brovas pan the borderline That's the sound and your dead son\n\nMan to man\nI'm facing the devil with a plan Judo stance\nFirst glance\n\nI'm making my advance Animal instincts\n\nIntelligence of an assassin Mask my ninja style\nSurround me ready to attack I react swiftly\nWhat father taught me sticks with me Never forget the methods stick and move strictly Shit be seeming like its closing in\nWith no regrets I hold position\nCause I circles\nI'm one of the chosen men Picture being put in position to move And you can't move\nCause your move is blocked by the knight at 12 O'clock\nThat's when the madness beings So I start to focusing\nMy thoughts on the war\nCause the rule is the law And the law that we live by is to stay true to self\nIn this case beady eye Why try\nEverybody lie\nAbout the block\n\nTrue soldier mentality\nThis is how we rock and move Stick and move\nTime to show what kinda nigga\nMove or get moved on\nLets see whos strong In the days of the strange\nWhere nothing stays the same\nWith new faces come through with similar game And who you thought them\nReally ain't they (echo)\nCatching deja vu\nOf the game people play It's a call for re-adjustment\nFine tune your positions\nYou slipping and tripping\nInstead of bobbing and dipping Will never let this world of stress get me Taking breathing techniques\nSlay you with tai chi What did you change\nTo get a break\nIn the world of snakes\nAnd those who fake\nElimination I'm facing\nDestruction\nOutlaw till I duck down From po po's bustin'\nNo one to trust in\nRushing to the goal line\nCatch a nigga\nBeat him\nTreat him like he stole mine No swine\nI'm a soldier\nTold cha I control mine Time to take you back into time\nFollow this here\n\nOne way out\nThis black hole\nFor this black soul\nShit is outta control\nI'm fighting for my position\nTo be a fetus in this world I am entering And my face is sentencing for repentance Before my body was fully formed into a human I was already consuming weed\nCause my mom's use to smoke back in the 70's Maybe that's why in the 90's\nI drop g's when I drop degrees When I ease across the block\nWith Pac And got all you niggas shot\nYou didn't think\nBoot Camp click would link\nWith the outlaw minded\nIf you do you press rewind\nAnd you can peep gorilla tactics in every line\n\nYeah\nAnd this is how we do it\nWhere my real thugs?\nWhere they at?\nLet me see my real thugs\nWhere you at\nWont you see my real thugs\nWhere you at\nLet me see my real thugs\nWhere u at\nNow\nWhere my real thugs\nLet me see where you at\nTell me where my real thugs\nGots to see where you at\nWhere's my soldiers\nWhere you at\nWhere's my real soldiers\nWhere you at\nWhere my soldiers at\nWhere you at\nWhere you at\nGet your strap my nigga\nWhere you at?\nWhere you at?\nWhere my soldiers at\nWhere you at?\nWhere you at?\nHit your thug niggas\nWhere you at?\nWith your strap\nWhere my soldiers at\nWith my true thug niggas\nNo longer drug dealers\nCause we now thug niggas\nWhere my soldiers at?\nNo longer drug dealers\nCause we now thug niggas\nLet me\nWhere my\nWhere my soldiers at\nPut your pistols in the air\nWhere my soldiers at\nPut your guns up\nTell me where my soldiers at\nPut your pistols in the air\nWhere my, soldiers\nMy true thug rollers\nYes\nIt just doesn't quit\nYes\nThis is that real hip hop shit\nYes\nFuck what you heard\nFrom the ghetto to the 'burbs\nKnow we meant every word\nWhere my soldiers\nWhere my soldiers at\nWhere my soldiers\nWhere my soldiers at\nPut your hand on your pistol\nPoint your pistols in the air\nWhere my soldiers at\nWhere my soldiers at\nWhere my soldiers\nWhere my soldiers at\nWhere my soldiers\nWhere my soldiers at\nWhen Bob Dole and Deloris Tucker wanna know, where my soldiers at\nCode Fo'","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.37] Military Minds\"\n[00:11.07] Stand in formation\n[00:12.04] My motherfucking real troopers\n[00:12.57] Lets do it like soldiers\n[00:14.08] All in together now\n[00:14.98] Ready?\n[00:16.24] Hell yeah\n[00:17.24] No retreat no surrender\n[00:18.28] Death before dishonor motherfucker\n[00:20.07] Do it to them\n[00:21.92] Come on\n[00:23.18] Never got thuggish\n[00:24.02] Uhh\n[00:24.56] Yes yes YES\n[00:25.21] Say whut\n[00:25.88] Westide eastside ride\n[00:28.23] Where you at?, where you at?\n[00:28.86] Where my real thugs?\n[00:29.66] Where you at?, where you at?\n[00:31.92] Where my real thugs?\n[00:33.79] Where you at?, where you at?\n[00:36.63] Where my real thugs?\n[00:37.63] Where you at? 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blessed\n[01:31.37] Work with firearm My rap shit\n[01:32.99] Contains sections of bomb sessions\n[01:35.58] Says I'm responsible for black smith and wessons Putting up on?? in the military state of mind Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined\n[01:42.25] Cocoa Brovas pan the borderline That's the sound and your dead son\n[01:48.78] Man to man\n[01:49.94] I'm facing the devil with a plan Judo stance\n[01:52.23] First glance\n[01:54.73] I'm making my advance Animal instincts\n[01:56.78] Intelligence of an assassin Mask my ninja style\n[01:57.78] Surround me ready to attack I react swiftly\n[02:00.05] What father taught me sticks with me Never forget the methods stick and move strictly Shit be seeming like its closing in\n[02:07.16] With no regrets I hold position\n[02:09.85] Cause I circles\n[02:10.65] I'm one of the chosen men Picture being put in position to move And you can't move\n[02:13.90] Cause your move is blocked by the knight at 12 O'clock\n[02:17.36] That's when the 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Where my soldiers at\n  Where you at?\n  Where you at?\n  Hit your thug niggas\n  Where you at?\n  With your strap\n  Where my soldiers at\n  With my true thug niggas\n  No longer drug dealers\n  Cause we now thug niggas\n  Where my soldiers at?\n  No longer drug dealers\n  Cause we now thug niggas\n  Let me\n  Where my\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your guns up\n  Tell me where my soldiers at\n  Put your pistols in the air\n  Where my, soldiers\n  My true thug rollers\n  Yes\n  It just doesn't quit\n  Yes\n  This is that real hip hop shit\n  Yes\n  Fuck what you heard\n  From the ghetto to the 'burbs\n  Know we meant every word\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your hand on your pistol\n  Point your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  When Bob 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Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready\nNo retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!\nDo it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uh - YES YES YES\nSay what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my real thugs, where ya at?!\nHehehe, send cases to the drug dealer\nReal thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin' home\nDo it to 'em, do it to 'em\nThey love the way we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em\n\nSuppress the revolution of premeditated scheme\nIntroduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens\nGot a law for raw niggas, now, playa what it be like?\nWhen will niggas see they got us bleedin' with three strikes\nCan't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this\nGot these Devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus-pocus\nAnd so I learned to earn my currency and over time\nAffiliated, clearly click a military mind\nMay God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox\nThugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block\nMy live mind got me survivin' five rounds (shots)\nMy forty-five got me fortified with live rounds\nWhen shit's thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits\nAll hail, out on bail, wrath of the 2Pacalypse\nForever ghetto necessary picture food stamps\nOutlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp\n\nThey called us for assignment, one of the squad's finest\nSkills in guerrilla warfare and blessed with refinement\nMy rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessions\nSays I'm responsible for black Smif-N-Wessun\nPutting likkle yout's in a military state of mind\nDangerous like chronic and yard when combined\nCocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline\nTest de sound and ye dead same ti-ime\n\nMan to man, I'm facin' the Devil with a plan\nJudo stance, first glance, I'm makin' my advance\nAnimal instincts, intelligence of an assassin\nMasked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack\nI react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me\nNever forget the method, stick and move strictly\nShit be seemin' like it's closin' in\nWith no regrets I hold position\n'Cause I suppose I'm one of the chosen men\n\nPicture being put in a position to move\nAnd you can't move 'cause your move is blocked by the knight\nAt twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins\nSo I start to focus in, my thoughts on the war\n'Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by\nIs to stay true to self, in this case, BDI\nWhy try if ya body lie\nBy the block true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll\n(This is how we ride)\n\nStick and move, time to show 'em how to make a move\nOr get moved on, let's see who strong\n\nIn the gaze of the strange, where nothing stays the same\nWhere new faces come through with similar game\nNow who you thought was them, really ain't\nThey catchin' deja vus of the game people play\nIt's a call for readjustment, fine tune yo' position\nYou slippin' and trippin' 'stead of bobbin and dippin'\nBut never let this world of stress get the best of me\nTakin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai-Chi\n\nWhat does it take, to get a break in the world of snakes\nAnd dose who fake\nElimination I'm facin' destruction\nOutlawed, so I duck and down, fo'-fo' is bustin', no one to trust in\nRushin' to the goal line\nCatch a nigga beat him treat him like he stole mine\nNo swine I'm a soldier, soldier I control mine\nTime to, take you, back into time - follow dis here\n\nOne way out, this black hole\nFor this black soul, shit is outta control\nI'm fightin' for my position to be a fetus in this world I'm enterin'\nAnd my face is sentencin' for repentance\nBefore my body was fully formed into a human\nI was already consumin' weed\n'Cause my moms used to smoke back in the 70s\nMaybe that's why in the 90s I drop G's when I drop degrees\nWhen I ease across the block with 'Pac\nGot all y'all niggas shocked\nYou didn't think Boot Camp Clik would link, with a Outlaw mind?\nIf you do you press rewind\nAnd you can peep guerrilla tactics in every line\n\nYeah, and this is how we do it!\nWhere my real thugs, where they at?\nLet me, see my real thugs, now where ya at?\nWon'tcha, see my real thugs, where ya at?\nLet me, see my real thugs, where ya at now?\nWhere my real thugs, let me see, where ya at?\nTell me where my real thugs gots to see, where ya at?\nWhere's my soldiers - where ya at?\nWhere my, real soldiers - where ya at?\nWhere my soldiers at; 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Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready\n  No retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!\n  Do it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uh - YES YES YES\n  Say what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at?!\n  Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer\n  Real thugs, where ya at? 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where ya at, where ya at?\n  Get yo' strap my nigga; where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my soldiers at; where ya at, what ya at?\n  Getcha, thug niggas where ya at, witcha strap?\n  Where my soldiers at, where my true thug niggas\n  No longer drug dealers 'cause we now, thug niggas\n  Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers\n  'Cause we now, thug niggas, let me, where my\n  Where my soldiers at?, put your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at?, put yo' guns up\n  Tell me where my soldiers at?, put yo' pistols in the air\n  Where my, SOLDIERS, my true thug ROLLERS\n  Yes, it just doesn't quit, YES!\n  This is that real hip-hop shit YES!\n  Fuck what you heard\n  From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word\n  Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  Put yo' hand on the pistol, put yo' pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at?, where my soldiers at?\n  Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  When Bob Dole and Delores Tucker wanna know\n  Where my soldiers at, GO VOTE!\n"},{"id":18309516,"name":"18 - 2Pac - Military Minds","trackName":"18 - 2Pac - Military Minds","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Better Dayz","duration":329.483521,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Military Minds\"\n\nStand in formation\nMy motherfucking real troopers\nLets do it like soldiers\nAll in together now\nReady?\nHell yeah\nNo retreat no surrender\nDeath before dishonor motherfucker\nDo it to them\n\nCome on\n\nNever got thuggish\nUhh\nYes yes YES\nSay whut\nWestide eastside ride\nWhere you at?, where you at?\nWhere my real thugs?\nWhere you at?, where you at?\nWhere my real thugs?\nWhere you at?, where you at?\nWhere my real thugs?\nWhere you at? (Huhuhu)\nThe cases of a drug dealer\nReal thugs, where you at?\n\nYo a motherfucking army\nDo it to them\nDo it to them\nThey love the way we do it to them\nWe do it to them\nCalvary\n\nSuppress the revolution of premeditated scheme duce a drug called crack\nTo us ghetto teens Got a law for raw niggas now\n\nPlaya what it be like? When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes Can't seem to focus\nHopeless\nWith violent thoughts\nI wrote this\n\nGot these devils petrified\nHiding from my hocus pocus\nAnd so I learned to earn my currency\nAnd over time Affiliated\nClearly click a military mind May god forgive us\n\nThough we dwell inside a paradox\nThugged out and drug dealing\n\n>From the womb to the block My live mind got me surviving 5 shots My 45 got me fortified with live rounds\nWhen shit stick\nWe plot hits\nWhen our block spits\nAll hail\nOut on bail\n\nWrath of 2pacalypse Forever ghetto\nNecessary picture food stamps\n\nOutlaw thug niggas\nNever left the boot camp\n\nI'm a nigga for assignment\nOne of the suqads finest Skilled in gorilla warfare\nAnd blessed\n\nWork with firearm My rap shit\n\nContains sections of bomb sessions\nSays I'm responsible for black smith and wessons Putting up on?? in the military state of mind Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined\nCocoa Brovas pan the borderline That's the sound and your dead son\n\nMan to man\nI'm facing the devil with a plan Judo stance\nFirst glance\n\nI'm making my advance Animal instincts\n\nIntelligence of an assassin Mask my ninja style\nSurround me ready to attack I react swiftly\nWhat father taught me sticks with me Never forget the methods stick and move strictly Shit be seeming like its closing in\nWith no regrets I hold position\nCause I circles\nI'm one of the chosen men Picture being put in position to move And you can't move\nCause your move is blocked by the knight at 12 O'clock\nThat's when the madness beings So I start to focusing\nMy thoughts on the war\nCause the rule is the law And the law that we live by is to stay true to self\nIn this case beady eye Why try\nEverybody lie\nAbout the block\n\nTrue soldier mentality\nThis is how we rock and move Stick and move\nTime to show what kinda nigga\nMove or get moved on\nLets see whos strong In the days of the strange\nWhere nothing stays the same\nWith new faces come through with similar game And who you thought them\nReally ain't they (echo)\nCatching deja vu\nOf the game people play It's a call for re-adjustment\nFine tune your positions\nYou slipping and tripping\nInstead of bobbing and dipping Will never let this world of stress get me Taking breathing techniques\nSlay you with tai chi What did you change\nTo get a break\nIn the world of snakes\nAnd those who fake\nElimination I'm facing\nDestruction\nOutlaw till I duck down From po po's bustin'\nNo one to trust in\nRushing to the goal line\nCatch a nigga\nBeat him\nTreat him like he stole mine No swine\nI'm a soldier\nTold cha I control mine Time to take you back into time\nFollow this here\n\nOne way out\nThis black hole\nFor this black soul\nShit is outta control\nI'm fighting for my position\nTo be a fetus in this world I am entering And my face is sentencing for repentance Before my body was fully formed into a human I was already consuming weed\nCause my mom's 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blessed\n[01:31.37] Work with firearm My rap shit\n[01:32.99] Contains sections of bomb sessions\n[01:35.58] Says I'm responsible for black smith and wessons Putting up on?? in the military state of mind Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined\n[01:42.25] Cocoa Brovas pan the borderline That's the sound and your dead son\n[01:48.78] Man to man\n[01:49.94] I'm facing the devil with a plan Judo stance\n[01:52.23] First glance\n[01:54.73] I'm making my advance Animal instincts\n[01:56.78] Intelligence of an assassin Mask my ninja style\n[01:57.78] Surround me ready to attack I react swiftly\n[02:00.05] What father taught me sticks with me Never forget the methods stick and move strictly Shit be seeming like its closing in\n[02:07.16] With no regrets I hold position\n[02:09.85] Cause I circles\n[02:10.65] I'm one of the chosen men Picture being put in position to move And you can't move\n[02:13.90] Cause your move is blocked by the knight at 12 O'clock\n[02:17.36] That's when the 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get a break\n[03:02.71] In the world of snakes\n[03:03.52] And those who fake\n[03:04.43] Elimination I'm facing\n[03:05.21] Destruction\n[03:06.50] Outlaw till I duck down From po po's bustin'\n[03:08.76] No one to trust in\n[03:10.67] Rushing to the goal line\n[03:12.44] Catch a nigga\n[03:13.62] Beat him\n[03:14.48] Treat him like he stole mine No swine\n[03:15.42] I'm a soldier\n[03:17.43] Told cha I control mine Time to take you back into time\n[03:19.65] Follow this here\n[03:22.04] One way out\n[03:23.42] This black hole\n[03:24.25] For this black soul\n[03:25.09] Shit is outta control\n[03:26.43] I'm fighting for my position\n[03:27.27] To be a fetus in this world I am entering And my face is sentencing for repentance Before my body was fully formed into a human I was already consuming weed\n[03:37.45] Cause my mom's use to smoke back in the 70's Maybe that's why in the 90's\n[03:41.89] I drop g's when I drop degrees When I ease across the block\n[03:45.02] With Pac And got all 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at\n[04:28.73] Where you at?\n[04:29.42] Where you at?\n[04:30.44] Hit your thug niggas\n[04:31.18] Where you at?\n[04:32.23] With your strap\n[04:32.90] Where my soldiers at\n[04:33.92] With my true thug niggas\n[04:35.04] No longer drug dealers\n[04:36.69] Cause we now thug niggas\n[04:38.78] Where my soldiers at?\n[04:39.45] No longer drug dealers\n[04:40.90] Cause we now thug niggas\n[04:42.53] Let me\n[04:43.27] Where my\n[04:43.96] Where my soldiers at\n[04:44.86] Put your pistols in the air\n[04:46.03] Where my soldiers at\n[04:47.35] Put your guns up\n[04:48.85] Tell me where my soldiers at\n[04:50.10] Put your pistols in the air\n[04:51.37] Where my, soldiers\n[04:52.67] My true thug rollers\n[04:54.11] Yes\n[04:55.69] It just doesn't quit\n[04:57.25] Yes\n[04:58.41] This is that real hip hop shit\n[05:00.34] Yes\n[05:01.41] Fuck what you heard\n[05:02.68] From the ghetto to the 'burbs\n[05:04.19] Know we meant every word\n[05:04.99] Where my soldiers\n[05:06.70] Where my soldiers at\n[05:07.83] Where my soldiers\n[05:09.13] Where my soldiers at\n[05:10.48] Put your hand on your pistol\n[05:12.15] Point your pistols in the air\n[05:13.75] Where my soldiers at\n[05:14.81] Where my soldiers at\n[05:16.10] Where my soldiers\n[05:17.22] Where my soldiers at\n[05:18.68] Where my soldiers\n[05:20.26] Where my soldiers at\n[05:21.73] When Bob Dole and Deloris Tucker wanna know, where my soldiers at\n[05:25.52] Code Fo'\n[05:27.42] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 18 - 2Pac - Military Minds\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Better Dayz\n  duration_ms: 329484\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Military Minds\"\n  start_ms: 1370\n  end_ms: 11070\n- text: Stand in formation\n  start_ms: 11070\n  end_ms: 12040\n- text: My motherfucking real troopers\n  start_ms: 12040\n  end_ms: 12570\n- text: Lets do it like soldiers\n  start_ms: 12570\n  end_ms: 14080\n- text: All in together now\n  start_ms: 14080\n  end_ms: 14980\n- text: Ready?\n  start_ms: 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When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes Can't seem to focus\n  Hopeless\n  With violent thoughts\n  I wrote this\n\n  Got these devils petrified\n  Hiding from my hocus pocus\n  And so I learned to earn my currency\n  And over time Affiliated\n  Clearly click a military mind May god forgive us\n\n  Though we dwell inside a paradox\n  Thugged out and drug dealing\n\n  >From the womb to the block My live mind got me surviving 5 shots My 45 got me fortified with live rounds\n  When shit stick\n  We plot hits\n  When our block spits\n  All hail\n  Out on bail\n\n  Wrath of 2pacalypse Forever ghetto\n  Necessary picture food stamps\n\n  Outlaw thug niggas\n  Never left the boot camp\n\n  I'm a nigga for assignment\n  One of the suqads finest Skilled in gorilla warfare\n  And blessed\n\n  Work with firearm My rap shit\n\n  Contains sections of bomb sessions\n  Says I'm responsible for black smith and wessons Putting up on?? in the military state of mind Dangerous like 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Where my soldiers at\n  Where you at?\n  Where you at?\n  Hit your thug niggas\n  Where you at?\n  With your strap\n  Where my soldiers at\n  With my true thug niggas\n  No longer drug dealers\n  Cause we now thug niggas\n  Where my soldiers at?\n  No longer drug dealers\n  Cause we now thug niggas\n  Let me\n  Where my\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your guns up\n  Tell me where my soldiers at\n  Put your pistols in the air\n  Where my, soldiers\n  My true thug rollers\n  Yes\n  It just doesn't quit\n  Yes\n  This is that real hip hop shit\n  Yes\n  Fuck what you heard\n  From the ghetto to the 'burbs\n  Know we meant every word\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your hand on your pistol\n  Point your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  When Bob 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Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready\nNo retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!\nDo it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uhh - YES YES YES\nSay what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my real thugs, where ya at?\nHehehe, send cases to the drug dealer\nReal thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin' home\nDo it to 'em, do it to 'em\nThey love the way we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em\nSuppress the revolution of premeditated scheme\nIntroduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens\nGot a law for raw niggas, now, playa what it be like?\nWhen will niggas see they got us bleedin' with three strikes\nCan't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this\nGot these Devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus-pocus\nAnd so I learned to earn my currency and over time\nAffiliated, clearly click a military mind\nMay God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox\nThugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block\nMy live mind got me survivin' five rounds (shots)\nMy forty-five got me fortified with live rounds\nWhen shit's thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits\nAll hail, out on bail, wrath of the 2Pacalypse\nForever ghetto necessary picture food stamps\nOutlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp\nThey called us for assignment, one of the squad's finest\nSkills in guerilla warfare and blessed with refinement\nMy rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessions\nSays I'm responsible for black Smif-N-Wessun\nPuttin likkle yout's in a military state of mind\nDangerous like chronic and yard when combined\nCocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline\nTest de sound and ye dead same ti-ime\nMan to man, I'm facin' the Devil with a plan\nJudo stance, first glance, I'm makin' my advance\nAnimal instincts, intelligence of an assassin\nMasked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack\nI react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me\nNever forget the method, stick and move strictly\nShit be seemin' like it's closin' in\nWith no regrets I hold position\nCause I suppose I'm one of the chosen men\nPicture being put in a position to move\nAnd you can't move cause your move is blocked by the knight\nAt twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins\nSo I start to focus in, my thoughts on the war\nCause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by\nIs to stay true to self, in this case, BDI\nWhy try if ya body lie\nBy the block true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll\n(This is how we ride)\nStick and move, time to show 'em how to make a move\nOr get moved on, let's see who strong\nIn the gaze of the strange, where nothin stays the same\nWhere new faces come through with similar game\nNow who you thought was them, really ain't\nThey catchin' deja vu's of the game people play\nIt's a call for readjustment, fine tune yo' position\nYou slippin' and trippin' 'stead of bobbin and dippin'\nBut never let this world of stress get the best of me\nTakin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai-Chi\nWhat does it take, to get a break in the world of snakes\nAnd dose who fake\nElimination I'm facin' destruction\nOutlawed, so I duck and down, fo'-fo' is bustin', no one to trust in\nRushin' to the goal line\nCatch a nigga beat him treat him like he stole mine\nNo swine I'm a soldier, soldier I control mine\nTime to, take you, back into time - follow dis here\nOne way out, this black hole\nFor this black soul, shit is outta control\nI'm fightin' for my position to be a fetus in this world I'm enterin'\nAnd my face is sentencin' for repentance\nBefore my body was fully formed into a human\nI was already consumin' weed\nCause my moms used to smoke back in the 70's\nMaybe that's why in the 90's I drop G's when I drop degrees\nWhen I ease across the block with 'Pac\nGot all y'all niggas shocked\nYou didn't think Boot Camp Clik would link, with a Outlaw mind?\nIf you do you press rewind\nAnd you can peep guerilla tactics in every line\nYeah, and this is how we do it!\nWhere my real thugs, where they at?\nLet me, see my real thugs, now where ya at?\nWon'tcha, see my real thugs, where ya at?\nLet me, see my real thugs, where ya at now?\nWhere my real thugs, let me see, where ya at?\nTell me where my real thugs gots to see, where ya at?\nWhere's my soldiers, where ya at?\nWhere my real soldiers, where ya at?\nWhere my soldiers at; where ya at, where ya at?\nGet yo' strap my nigga; where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my soldiers at; where ya at, what ya at?\nGetcha, thug niggas where ya at, witcha strap?\nWhere my soldiers at, where my true thug niggas\nNo longer drug dealers cause we now, thug niggas\nWhere my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers\nCause we now, thug niggas, let me, where my\nWhere my soldiers at?, put your pistols in the air\nWhere my soldiers at?, put yo' guns up\nTell me where my soldiers at?, put yo' pistols in the air\nWhere my soldiers? My true thug rollers\nYes, it just doesn't quit, yes\nThis is that real hip-hop shit, yes!\nFuck what you heard\nFrom the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word\nWhere my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?\nWhere my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?\nPut yo' hand on the pistol, put yo' pistols in the air\nWhere my soldiers at? Where my soldiers at?\nWhere my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?\nWhere my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?\nWhen Bob Dole and Delores Tucker wanna know\nWhere my soldiers at? 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When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes Can't seem to focus\n  start_ms: 50430\n  end_ms: 56140\n- text: Hopeless\n  start_ms: 56140\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: With violent thoughts\n  start_ms: 56640\n  end_ms: 57220\n- text: I wrote this\n  start_ms: 57220\n  end_ms: 58670\n- text: Got these devils petrified\n  start_ms: 58670\n  end_ms: 59590\n- text: Hiding from my hocus pocus\n  start_ms: 59590\n  end_ms: 60400\n- text: And so I learned to earn my currency\n  start_ms: 60400\n  end_ms: 62250\n- text: And over time Affiliated\n  start_ms: 62250\n  end_ms: 63300\n- text: Clearly click a military mind May god forgive us\n  start_ms: 63300\n  end_ms: 66780\n- text: Though we dwell inside a paradox\n  start_ms: 66780\n  end_ms: 67970\n- text: Thugged out and drug dealing\n  start_ms: 67970\n  end_ms: 70270\n- text: '>From the womb to the block My live mind got me surviving 5 shots My 45 got me fortified with live rounds'\n  start_ms: 70270\n  end_ms: 74580\n- text: When shit stick\n  start_ms: 74580\n  end_ms: 77730\n- text: We plot hits\n  start_ms: 77730\n  end_ms: 78500\n- text: When our block spits\n  start_ms: 78500\n  end_ms: 79530\n- text: All hail\n  start_ms: 79530\n  end_ms: 80300\n- text: Out on bail\n  start_ms: 80300\n  end_ms: 81220\n- text: Wrath of 2pacalypse Forever ghetto\n  start_ms: 81220\n  end_ms: 82340\n- text: Necessary picture food stamps\n  start_ms: 82340\n  end_ms: 85040\n- text: Outlaw thug niggas\n  start_ms: 85040\n  end_ms: 87640\n- text: Never left the boot camp\n  start_ms: 87640\n  end_ms: 88020\n- text: I'm a nigga for assignment\n  start_ms: 88020\n  end_ms: 89270\n- text: One of the suqads finest Skilled in gorilla warfare\n  start_ms: 89270\n  end_ms: 90290\n- text: And blessed\n  start_ms: 90290\n  end_ms: 91370\n- text: Work with firearm My rap shit\n  start_ms: 91370\n  end_ms: 92990\n- text: Contains sections of bomb sessions\n  start_ms: 92990\n  end_ms: 95580\n- text: Says I'm responsible for black smith 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end_ms: 155870\n- text: Move or get moved on\n  start_ms: 155870\n  end_ms: 157060\n- text: Lets see whos strong In the days of the strange\n  start_ms: 157060\n  end_ms: 159550\n- text: Where nothing stays the same\n  start_ms: 159550\n  end_ms: 161410\n- text: With new faces come through with similar game And who you thought them\n  start_ms: 161410\n  end_ms: 164980\n- text: Really ain't they (echo)\n  start_ms: 164980\n  end_ms: 167630\n- text: Catching deja vu\n  start_ms: 167630\n  end_ms: 168690\n- text: Of the game people play It's a call for re-adjustment\n  start_ms: 168690\n  end_ms: 170530\n- text: Fine tune your positions\n  start_ms: 170530\n  end_ms: 172120\n- text: You slipping and tripping\n  start_ms: 172120\n  end_ms: 173470\n- text: Instead of bobbing and dipping Will never let this world of stress get me Taking breathing techniques\n  start_ms: 173470\n  end_ms: 177290\n- text: Slay you with tai chi What did you change\n  start_ms: 177290\n  end_ms: 181000\n- text: To get a break\n  start_ms: 181000\n  end_ms: 182710\n- text: In the world of snakes\n  start_ms: 182710\n  end_ms: 183520\n- text: And those who fake\n  start_ms: 183520\n  end_ms: 184430\n- text: Elimination I'm facing\n  start_ms: 184430\n  end_ms: 185210\n- text: Destruction\n  start_ms: 185210\n  end_ms: 186500\n- text: Outlaw till I duck down From po po's bustin'\n  start_ms: 186500\n  end_ms: 188760\n- text: No one to trust in\n  start_ms: 188760\n  end_ms: 190670\n- text: Rushing to the goal line\n  start_ms: 190670\n  end_ms: 192440\n- text: Catch a nigga\n  start_ms: 192440\n  end_ms: 193620\n- text: Beat him\n  start_ms: 193620\n  end_ms: 194480\n- text: Treat him like he stole mine No swine\n  start_ms: 194480\n  end_ms: 195420\n- text: I'm a soldier\n  start_ms: 195420\n  end_ms: 197430\n- text: Told cha I control mine Time to take you back into time\n  start_ms: 197430\n  end_ms: 199650\n- text: Follow this here\n  start_ms: 199650\n  end_ms: 202040\n- text: One way out\n 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start_ms: 231060\n  end_ms: 232570\n- text: If you do you press rewind\n  start_ms: 232570\n  end_ms: 233410\n- text: And you can peep gorilla tactics in every line\n  start_ms: 233410\n  end_ms: 236280\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 236280\n  end_ms: 238830\n- text: And this is how we do it\n  start_ms: 238830\n  end_ms: 240400\n- text: Where my real thugs?\n  start_ms: 240400\n  end_ms: 242370\n- text: Where they at?\n  start_ms: 242370\n  end_ms: 243560\n- text: Let me see my real thugs\n  start_ms: 243560\n  end_ms: 244330\n- text: Where you at\n  start_ms: 244330\n  end_ms: 245610\n- text: Wont you see my real thugs\n  start_ms: 245610\n  end_ms: 247250\n- text: Where you at\n  start_ms: 247250\n  end_ms: 248110\n- text: Let me see my real thugs\n  start_ms: 248110\n  end_ms: 249780\n- text: Where u at\n  start_ms: 249780\n  end_ms: 250910\n- text: Now\n  start_ms: 250910\n  end_ms: 252170\n- text: Where my real thugs\n  start_ms: 252170\n  end_ms: 252880\n- text: Let me see where you at\n  start_ms: 252880\n  end_ms: 253900\n- text: Tell me where my real thugs\n  start_ms: 253900\n  end_ms: 255370\n- text: Gots to see where you at\n  start_ms: 255370\n  end_ms: 256510\n- text: Where's my soldiers\n  start_ms: 256510\n  end_ms: 257830\n- text: Where you at\n  start_ms: 257830\n  end_ms: 259310\n- text: Where's my real soldiers\n  start_ms: 259310\n  end_ms: 260620\n- text: Where you at\n  start_ms: 260620\n  end_ms: 261680\n- text: Where my soldiers at\n  start_ms: 261680\n  end_ms: 263210\n- text: Where you at\n  start_ms: 263210\n  end_ms: 264050\n- text: Where you at\n  start_ms: 264050\n  end_ms: 264950\n- text: Get your strap my nigga\n  start_ms: 264950\n  end_ms: 265750\n- text: Where you at?\n  start_ms: 265750\n  end_ms: 267250\n- text: Where you at?\n  start_ms: 267250\n  end_ms: 267680\n- text: Where my soldiers at\n  start_ms: 267680\n  end_ms: 268730\n- text: Where you at?\n  start_ms: 268730\n  end_ms: 269420\n- text: Where you at?\n  start_ms: 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together now!\n  Ready? Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready\n  No retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!\n  Do it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uhh - YES YES YES\n  Say what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at?\n  Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer\n  Real thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin' home\n  Do it to 'em, do it to 'em\n  They love the way we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em\n  Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme\n  Introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens\n  Got a law for raw niggas, now, playa what it be like?\n  When will niggas see they got us bleedin' with three strikes\n  Can't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this\n  Got these Devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus-pocus\n  And so I learned to earn my currency and over time\n  Affiliated, clearly click a military mind\n  May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox\n  Thugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block\n  My live mind got me survivin' five rounds (shots)\n  My forty-five got me fortified with live rounds\n  When shit's thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits\n  All hail, out on bail, wrath of the 2Pacalypse\n  Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps\n  Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp\n  They called us for assignment, one of the squad's finest\n  Skills in guerilla warfare and blessed with refinement\n  My rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessions\n  Says I'm responsible for black Smif-N-Wessun\n  Puttin likkle yout's in a military state of mind\n  Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined\n  Cocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline\n  Test de sound and ye dead same ti-ime\n  Man to man, I'm facin' the Devil with a plan\n  Judo stance, first glance, I'm makin' my advance\n  Animal instincts, intelligence of an assassin\n  Masked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack\n  I react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me\n  Never forget the method, stick and move strictly\n  Shit be seemin' like it's closin' in\n  With no regrets I hold position\n  Cause I suppose I'm one of the chosen men\n  Picture being put in a position to move\n  And you can't move cause your move is blocked by the knight\n  At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins\n  So I start to focus in, my thoughts on the war\n  Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by\n  Is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI\n  Why try if ya body lie\n  By the block true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll\n  (This is how we ride)\n  Stick and move, time to show 'em how to make a move\n  Or get moved on, let's see who strong\n  In the gaze of the strange, where nothin stays the same\n  Where new faces come through with similar game\n  Now who you thought was them, really ain't\n  They catchin' deja vu's of the game people play\n  It's a call for readjustment, fine tune yo' position\n  You slippin' and trippin' 'stead of bobbin and dippin'\n  But never let this world of stress get the best of me\n  Takin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai-Chi\n  What does it take, to get a break in the world of snakes\n  And dose who fake\n  Elimination I'm facin' destruction\n  Outlawed, so I duck and down, fo'-fo' is bustin', no one to trust in\n  Rushin' to the goal line\n  Catch a nigga beat him treat him like he stole mine\n  No swine I'm a soldier, soldier I control mine\n  Time to, take you, back into time - follow dis here\n  One way out, this black hole\n  For this black soul, shit is outta control\n  I'm fightin' for my position to be a fetus in this world I'm enterin'\n  And my face is sentencin' for repentance\n  Before my body was fully formed into a human\n  I was already consumin' weed\n  Cause my moms used to smoke back in the 70's\n  Maybe that's why in the 90's I drop G's when I drop degrees\n  When I ease across the block with 'Pac\n  Got all y'all niggas shocked\n  You didn't think Boot Camp Clik would link, with a Outlaw mind?\n  If you do you press rewind\n  And you can peep guerilla tactics in every line\n  Yeah, and this is how we do it!\n  Where my real thugs, where they at?\n  Let me, see my real thugs, now where ya at?\n  Won'tcha, see my real thugs, where ya at?\n  Let me, see my real thugs, where ya at now?\n  Where my real thugs, let me see, where ya at?\n  Tell me where my real thugs gots to see, where ya at?\n  Where's my soldiers, where ya at?\n  Where my real soldiers, where ya at?\n  Where my soldiers at; where ya at, where ya at?\n  Get yo' strap my nigga; where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my soldiers at; where ya at, what ya at?\n  Getcha, thug niggas where ya at, witcha strap?\n  Where my soldiers at, where my true thug niggas\n  No longer drug dealers cause we now, thug niggas\n  Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers\n  Cause we now, thug niggas, let me, where my\n  Where my soldiers at?, put your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at?, put yo' guns up\n  Tell me where my soldiers at?, put yo' pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers? My true thug rollers\n  Yes, it just doesn't quit, yes\n  This is that real hip-hop shit, yes!\n  Fuck what you heard\n  From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word\n  Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?\n  Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?\n  Put yo' hand on the pistol, put yo' pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at? Where my soldiers at?\n  Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?\n  Where my soldiers? Where my soldiers at?\n  When Bob Dole and Delores Tucker wanna know\n  Where my soldiers at? 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(Huhuhu)\nThe cases of a drug dealer\nReal thugs, where you at?\n\nYo a motherfucking army\nDo it to them\nDo it to them\nThey love the way we do it to them\nWe do it to them\nCalvary\n\nSuppress the revolution of premeditated scheme duce a drug called crack\nTo us ghetto teens Got a law for raw niggas now\n\nPlaya what it be like? When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes Can't seem to focus\nHopeless\nWith violent thoughts\nI wrote this\n\nGot these devils petrified\nHiding from my hocus pocus\nAnd so I learned to earn my currency\nAnd over time Affiliated\nClearly click a military mind May god forgive us\n\nThough we dwell inside a paradox\nThugged out and drug dealing\n\n>From the womb to the block My live mind got me surviving 5 shots My 45 got me fortified with live rounds\nWhen shit stick\nWe plot hits\nWhen our block spits\nAll hail\nOut on bail\n\nWrath of 2pacalypse Forever ghetto\nNecessary picture food stamps\n\nOutlaw thug niggas\nNever left the boot camp\n\nI'm a nigga for assignment\nOne of the suqads finest Skilled in gorilla warfare\nAnd blessed\n\nWork with firearm My rap shit\n\nContains sections of bomb sessions\nSays I'm responsible for black smith and wessons Putting up on?? in the military state of mind Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined\nCocoa Brovas pan the borderline That's the sound and your dead son\n\nMan to man\nI'm facing the devil with a plan Judo stance\nFirst glance\n\nI'm making my advance Animal instincts\n\nIntelligence of an assassin Mask my ninja style\nSurround me ready to attack I react swiftly\nWhat father taught me sticks with me Never forget the methods stick and move strictly Shit be seeming like its closing in\nWith no regrets I hold position\nCause I circles\nI'm one of the chosen men Picture being put in position to move And you can't move\nCause your move is blocked by the knight at 12 O'clock\nThat's when the madness beings So I start to focusing\nMy thoughts on the war\nCause the rule is the law And the law that we live by is to stay true to self\nIn this case beady eye Why try\nEverybody lie\nAbout the block\n\nTrue soldier mentality\nThis is how we rock and move Stick and move\nTime to show what kinda nigga\nMove or get moved on\nLets see whos strong In the days of the strange\nWhere nothing stays the 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When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes Can't seem to focus\n  Hopeless\n  With violent thoughts\n  I wrote this\n\n  Got these devils petrified\n  Hiding from my hocus pocus\n  And so I learned to earn my currency\n  And over time Affiliated\n  Clearly click a military mind May god forgive us\n\n  Though we dwell inside a paradox\n  Thugged out and drug dealing\n\n  >From the womb to the block My live mind got me surviving 5 shots My 45 got me fortified with live rounds\n  When shit stick\n  We plot hits\n  When our block spits\n  All hail\n  Out on bail\n\n  Wrath of 2pacalypse Forever ghetto\n  Necessary picture food stamps\n\n  Outlaw thug niggas\n  Never left the boot camp\n\n  I'm a nigga for assignment\n  One of the suqads finest Skilled in gorilla warfare\n  And blessed\n\n  Work with firearm My rap shit\n\n  Contains sections of bomb sessions\n  Says I'm responsible for black smith and wessons Putting up on?? in the military state of mind Dangerous like 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Where my soldiers at\n  Where you at?\n  Where you at?\n  Hit your thug niggas\n  Where you at?\n  With your strap\n  Where my soldiers at\n  With my true thug niggas\n  No longer drug dealers\n  Cause we now thug niggas\n  Where my soldiers at?\n  No longer drug dealers\n  Cause we now thug niggas\n  Let me\n  Where my\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your guns up\n  Tell me where my soldiers at\n  Put your pistols in the air\n  Where my, soldiers\n  My true thug rollers\n  Yes\n  It just doesn't quit\n  Yes\n  This is that real hip hop shit\n  Yes\n  Fuck what you heard\n  From the ghetto to the 'burbs\n  Know we meant every word\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your hand on your pistol\n  Point your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  When Bob 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(Huhuhu)\n  The cases of a drug dealer\n  Real thugs, where you at?\n\n  Yo a motherfucking army\n  Do it to them\n  Do it to them\n  They love the way we do it to them\n  We do it to them\n  Calvary\n\n  Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme duce a drug called crack\n  To us ghetto teens Got a law for raw niggas now\n\n  Playa what it be like? When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes Can't seem to focus\n  Hopeless\n  With violent thoughts\n  I wrote this\n\n  Got these devils petrified\n  Hiding from my hocus pocus\n  And so I learned to earn my currency\n  And over time Affiliated\n  Clearly click a military mind May god forgive us\n\n  Though we dwell inside a paradox\n  Thugged out and drug dealing\n\n  >From the womb to the block My live mind got me surviving 5 shots My 45 got me fortified with live rounds\n  When shit stick\n  We plot hits\n  When our block spits\n  All hail\n  Out on bail\n\n  Wrath of 2pacalypse Forever ghetto\n  Necessary picture food stamps\n\n  Outlaw thug niggas\n  Never left the boot camp\n\n  I'm a nigga for assignment\n  One of the suqads finest Skilled in gorilla warfare\n  And blessed\n\n  Work with firearm My rap shit\n\n  Contains sections of bomb sessions\n  Says I'm responsible for black smith and wessons Putting up on?? in the military state of mind Dangerous like 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get moved on\n  Lets see whos strong In the days of the strange\n  Where nothing stays the same\n  With new faces come through with similar game And who you thought them\n  Really ain't they (echo)\n  Catching deja vu\n  Of the game people play It's a call for re-adjustment\n  Fine tune your positions\n  You slipping and tripping\n  Instead of bobbing and dipping Will never let this world of stress get me Taking breathing techniques\n  Slay you with tai chi What did you change\n  To get a break\n  In the world of snakes\n  And those who fake\n  Elimination I'm facing\n  Destruction\n  Outlaw till I duck down From po po's bustin'\n  No one to trust in\n  Rushing to the goal line\n  Catch a nigga\n  Beat him\n  Treat him like he stole mine No swine\n  I'm a soldier\n  Told cha I control mine Time to take you back into time\n  Follow this here\n\n  One way out\n  This black hole\n  For this black soul\n  Shit is outta control\n  I'm fighting for my position\n  To be a fetus in this world I am entering And my face is sentencing for repentance Before my body was fully formed into a human I was already consuming weed\n  Cause my mom's use to smoke back in the 70's Maybe that's why in the 90's\n  I drop g's when I drop degrees When I ease across the block\n  With Pac And got all you niggas shot\n  You didn't think\n  Boot Camp click would link\n  With the outlaw minded\n  If you do you press rewind\n  And you can peep gorilla tactics in every line\n\n  Yeah\n  And this is how we do it\n  Where my real thugs?\n  Where they at?\n  Let me see my real thugs\n  Where you at\n  Wont you see my real thugs\n  Where you at\n  Let me see my real thugs\n  Where u at\n  Now\n  Where my real thugs\n  Let me see where you at\n  Tell me where my real thugs\n  Gots to see where you at\n  Where's my soldiers\n  Where you at\n  Where's my real soldiers\n  Where you at\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where you at\n  Where you at\n  Get your strap my nigga\n  Where you at?\n  Where you at?\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where you at?\n  Where you at?\n  Hit your thug niggas\n  Where you at?\n  With your strap\n  Where my soldiers at\n  With my true thug niggas\n  No longer drug dealers\n  Cause we now thug niggas\n  Where my soldiers at?\n  No longer drug dealers\n  Cause we now thug niggas\n  Let me\n  Where my\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your guns up\n  Tell me where my soldiers at\n  Put your pistols in the air\n  Where my, soldiers\n  My true thug rollers\n  Yes\n  It just doesn't quit\n  Yes\n  This is that real hip hop shit\n  Yes\n  Fuck what you heard\n  From the ghetto to the 'burbs\n  Know we meant every word\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your hand on your pistol\n  Point your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  When Bob 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You motherfuckin' home\nDo it to 'em, do it to 'em\nThey love the way we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em\n\nSuppress the revolution of premeditated scheme\nIntroduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens\nGot a law for raw niggas, now, playa what it be like?\nWhen will niggas see they got us bleedin' with three strikes\nCan't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this\nGot these Devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus-pocus\nAnd so I learned to earn my currency and over time\nAffiliated, clearly click a military mind\nMay God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox\nThugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block\nMy live mind got me survivin' five rounds (shots)\nMy forty-five got me fortified with live rounds\nWhen shit's thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits\nAll hail, out on bail, wrath of the 2Pacalypse\nForever ghetto necessary picture food stamps\nOutlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp\n\nThey called us for assignment, one of the squad's finest\nSkills in guerrilla warfare and blessed with refinement\nMy rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessions\nSays I'm responsible for black Smif-N-Wessun\nPutting likkle yout's in a military state of mind\nDangerous like chronic and yard when combined\nCocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline\nTest de sound and ye dead same ti-ime\n\nMan to man, I'm facin' the Devil with a plan\nJudo stance, first glance, I'm makin' my advance\nAnimal instincts, intelligence of an assassin\nMasked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack\nI react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me\nNever forget the method, stick and move strictly\nShit be seemin' like it's closin' in\nWith no regrets I hold position\n'Cause I suppose I'm one of the chosen men\n\nPicture being put in a position to move\nAnd you can't move 'cause your move is blocked by the knight\nAt twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins\nSo I start to focus in, my thoughts on the war\n'Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by\nIs to stay true to self, in this case, BDI\nWhy try if ya body lie\nBy the block true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll\n(This is how we ride)\n\nStick and move, time to show 'em how to make a move\nOr get moved on, let's see who strong\n\nIn the gaze of the strange, where nothing stays the same\nWhere new faces come through with similar game\nNow who you thought was them, really ain't\nThey catchin' deja vus of the game people play\nIt's a call for readjustment, fine tune yo' position\nYou slippin' and trippin' 'stead of bobbin and dippin'\nBut never let this world of stress get the best of me\nTakin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai-Chi\n\nWhat does it take, to get a break in the world of snakes\nAnd dose who fake\nElimination I'm facin' destruction\nOutlawed, so I duck and down, fo'-fo' is bustin', no one to trust in\nRushin' to the goal line\nCatch a nigga beat him treat him like he stole mine\nNo swine I'm a soldier, soldier I control mine\nTime to, take you, back into time - follow dis here\n\nOne way out, this black hole\nFor this black soul, shit is outta control\nI'm fightin' for my position to be a fetus in this world I'm enterin'\nAnd my face is sentencin' for repentance\nBefore my body was fully formed into a human\nI was already consumin' weed\n'Cause my moms used to smoke back in the 70s\nMaybe that's why in the 90s I drop G's when I drop degrees\nWhen I ease across the block with 'Pac\nGot all y'all niggas shocked\nYou didn't think Boot Camp Clik would link, with a Outlaw mind?\nIf you do you press rewind\nAnd you can peep guerrilla tactics in every line\n\nYeah, and this is how we do it!\nWhere my real thugs, where they at?\nLet me, see my real thugs, now where ya at?\nWon'tcha, see my real thugs, where ya at?\nLet me, see my real thugs, where ya at now?\nWhere my real thugs, let me see, where ya at?\nTell me where my real thugs gots to see, where ya at?\nWhere's my soldiers - where ya at?\nWhere my, real soldiers - where ya at?\nWhere my soldiers at; 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Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready\n  No retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!\n  Do it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uh - YES YES YES\n  Say what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at?!\n  Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer\n  Real thugs, where ya at? 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You motherfuckin' home\n[01:04.76] Do it to 'em, do it to 'em\n[01:06.14] They love the way we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em\n[01:11.71] Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme\n[01:12.66] Introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens\n[01:15.51] Got a law for raw niggas, now, playa what it be like?\n[01:18.37] When will niggas see they got us bleedin' with three strikes\n[01:23.03] Can't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this\n[01:24.58] Got these Devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus-pocus\n[01:26.21] And so I learned to earn my currency and over time\n[01:28.94] Affiliated, clearly click a military mind\n[01:30.82] May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox\n[01:32.11] Thugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block\n[01:32.46] My live mind got me survivin' five rounds (shots)\n[01:32.76] My forty-five got me fortified with live rounds\n[01:33.05] When shit's thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits\n[01:33.31] All hail, out on bail, wrath of the 2Pacalypse\n[01:33.67] Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps\n[01:33.82] Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp\n[01:34.19] They called us for assignment, one of the squad's finest\n[01:34.33] Skills in guerrilla warfare and blessed with refinement\n[01:34.42] My rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessions\n[01:34.67] Says I'm responsible for black Smif-N-Wessun\n[01:34.89] Putting likkle yout's in a military state of mind\n[01:35.00] Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined\n[01:35.21] Cocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline\n[01:35.42] Test de sound and ye dead same ti-ime\n[01:35.62] Man to man, I'm facin' the Devil with a plan\n[01:35.80] Judo stance, first glance, I'm makin' my advance\n[01:36.09] Animal instincts, intelligence of an assassin\n[01:36.26] Masked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack\n[01:36.46] I react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me\n[01:36.64] Never forget the method, stick and move strictly\n[01:36.81] Shit be seemin' like it's closin' in\n[01:37.07] With no regrets I hold position\n[01:37.21] 'Cause I suppose I'm one of the chosen men\n[01:42.02] Picture being put in a position to move\n[01:42.64] And you can't move 'cause your move is blocked by the knight\n[01:42.94] At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins\n[01:43.11] So I start to focus in, my thoughts on the war\n[01:43.35] 'Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by\n[01:43.58] Is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI\n[01:43.73] Why try if ya body lie\n[01:43.96] By the block true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll\n[01:44.15] (This is how we ride)\n[01:44.39] Stick and move, time to show 'em how to make a move\n[01:44.52] Or get moved on, let's see who strong\n[01:44.76] In the gaze of the strange, where nothing stays the same\n[01:44.97] Where new faces come through with similar game\n[01:45.15] Now who you thought was them, really ain't\n[01:45.36] They catchin' deja vus of the game people play\n[01:45.50] It's a call for readjustment, fine tune yo' position\n[01:45.77] You slippin' and trippin' 'stead of bobbin and dippin'\n[01:45.93] But never let this world of stress get the best of me\n[01:46.10] Takin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai-Chi\n[01:46.37] What does it take, to get a break in the world of snakes\n[01:46.55] And dose who fake\n[01:46.72] Elimination I'm facin' destruction\n[01:46.90] Outlawed, so I duck and down, fo'-fo' is bustin', no one to trust in\n[01:47.15] Rushin' to the goal line\n[01:47.31] Catch a nigga beat him treat him like he stole mine\n[01:57.17] No swine I'm a soldier, soldier I control mine\n[01:57.31] Time to, take you, back into time - follow dis here\n[01:57.66] One way out, this black hole\n[01:57.88] For this black soul, shit is outta control\n[01:58.09] I'm fightin' for my position to be a fetus in this world I'm enterin'\n[01:58.27] And my face is sentencin' for repentance\n[01:58.40] Before my body was fully formed into a human\n[01:58.63] I was already consumin' weed\n[01:58.81] 'Cause my moms used to smoke back in the 70s\n[01:59.01] Maybe that's why in the 90s I drop G's when I drop degrees\n[01:59.28] When I ease across the block with 'Pac\n[01:59.30] Got all y'all niggas shocked\n[01:59.55] You didn't think Boot Camp Clik would link, with a Outlaw mind?\n[01:59.75] If you do you press rewind\n[01:59.95] And you can peep guerrilla tactics in every line\n[02:00.15] Yeah, and this is how we do it!\n[02:00.38] Where my real thugs, where they at?\n[02:00.62] Let me, see my real thugs, now where ya at?\n[02:00.82] Won'tcha, see my real thugs, where ya at?\n[02:01.03] Let me, see my real thugs, where ya at now?\n[02:01.28] Where my real thugs, let me see, where ya at?\n[02:01.43] Tell me where my real thugs gots to see, where ya at?\n[02:01.60] Where's my soldiers - where ya at?\n[02:01.82] Where my, real soldiers - where ya at?\n[02:02.03] Where my soldiers at; 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Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready\n  No retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!\n  Do it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uh - YES YES YES\n  Say what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at?!\n  Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer\n  Real thugs, where ya at? 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Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready\n  No retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!\n  Do it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uh - YES YES YES\n  Say what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at?!\n  Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer\n  Real thugs, where ya at? 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You motherfuckin' home\n[01:04.76] Do it to 'em, do it to 'em\n[01:06.14] They love the way we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em\n[01:11.71] Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme\n[01:12.66] Introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens\n[01:15.51] Got a law for raw niggas, now, playa what it be like?\n[01:18.37] When will niggas see they got us bleedin' with three strikes\n[01:23.03] Can't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this\n[01:24.58] Got these Devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus-pocus\n[01:26.21] And so I learned to earn my currency and over time\n[01:28.94] Affiliated, clearly click a military mind\n[01:30.82] May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox\n[01:32.11] Thugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block\n[01:32.46] My live mind got me survivin' five rounds (shots)\n[01:32.76] My forty-five got me fortified with live rounds\n[01:33.05] When shit's thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits\n[01:33.31] All hail, out on bail, wrath of the 2Pacalypse\n[01:33.67] Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps\n[01:33.82] Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp\n[01:34.19] They called us for assignment, one of the squad's finest\n[01:34.33] Skills in guerrilla warfare and blessed with refinement\n[01:34.42] My rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessions\n[01:34.67] Says I'm responsible for black Smif-N-Wessun\n[01:34.89] Putting likkle yout's in a military state of mind\n[01:35.00] Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined\n[01:35.21] Cocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline\n[01:35.42] Test de sound and ye dead same ti-ime\n[01:35.62] Man to man, I'm facin' the Devil with a plan\n[01:35.80] Judo stance, first glance, I'm makin' my advance\n[01:36.09] Animal instincts, intelligence of an assassin\n[01:36.26] Masked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack\n[01:36.46] I react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me\n[01:36.64] Never forget the method, stick and move strictly\n[01:36.81] Shit be seemin' like it's closin' in\n[01:37.07] With no regrets I hold position\n[01:37.21] 'Cause I suppose I'm one of the chosen men\n[01:42.02] Picture being put in a position to move\n[01:42.64] And you can't move 'cause your move is blocked by the knight\n[01:42.94] At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins\n[01:43.11] So I start to focus in, my thoughts on the war\n[01:43.35] 'Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by\n[01:43.58] Is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI\n[01:43.73] Why try if ya body lie\n[01:43.96] By the block true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll\n[01:44.15] (This is how we ride)\n[01:44.39] Stick and move, time to show 'em how to make a move\n[01:44.52] Or get moved on, let's see who strong\n[01:44.76] In the gaze of the strange, where nothing stays the same\n[01:44.97] Where new faces come through with similar game\n[01:45.15] Now who you thought was them, really ain't\n[01:45.36] They catchin' deja vus of the game people play\n[01:45.50] It's a call for readjustment, fine tune yo' position\n[01:45.77] You slippin' and trippin' 'stead of bobbin and dippin'\n[01:45.93] But never let this world of stress get the best of me\n[01:46.10] Takin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai-Chi\n[01:46.37] What does it take, to get a break in the world of snakes\n[01:46.55] And dose who fake\n[01:46.72] Elimination I'm facin' destruction\n[01:46.90] Outlawed, so I duck and down, fo'-fo' is bustin', no one to trust in\n[01:47.15] Rushin' to the goal line\n[01:47.31] Catch a nigga beat him treat him like he stole mine\n[01:57.17] No swine I'm a soldier, soldier I control mine\n[01:57.31] Time to, take you, back into time - follow dis here\n[01:57.66] One way out, this black hole\n[01:57.88] For this black soul, shit is outta control\n[01:58.09] I'm fightin' for my position to be a fetus in this world I'm enterin'\n[01:58.27] And my face is sentencin' for repentance\n[01:58.40] Before my body was fully formed into a human\n[01:58.63] I was already consumin' weed\n[01:58.81] 'Cause my moms used to smoke back in the 70s\n[01:59.01] Maybe that's why in the 90s I drop G's when I drop degrees\n[01:59.28] When I ease across the block with 'Pac\n[01:59.30] Got all y'all niggas shocked\n[01:59.55] You didn't think Boot Camp Clik would link, with a Outlaw mind?\n[01:59.75] If you do you press rewind\n[01:59.95] And you can peep guerrilla tactics in every line\n[02:00.15] Yeah, and this is how we do it!\n[02:00.38] Where my real thugs, where they at?\n[02:00.62] Let me, see my real thugs, now where ya at?\n[02:00.82] Won'tcha, see my real thugs, where ya at?\n[02:01.03] Let me, see my real thugs, where ya at now?\n[02:01.28] Where my real thugs, let me see, where ya at?\n[02:01.43] Tell me where my real thugs gots to see, where ya at?\n[02:01.60] Where's my soldiers - where ya at?\n[02:01.82] Where my, real soldiers - where ya at?\n[02:02.03] Where my soldiers at; 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Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready\n  No retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!\n  Do it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uh - YES YES YES\n  Say what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at?!\n  Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer\n  Real thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin' home\n  Do it to 'em, do it to 'em\n  They love the way we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em\n\n  Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme\n  Introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens\n  Got a law for raw niggas, now, playa what it be like?\n  When will niggas see they got us bleedin' with three strikes\n  Can't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this\n  Got these Devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus-pocus\n  And so I learned to earn my currency and over time\n  Affiliated, clearly click a military mind\n  May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox\n  Thugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block\n  My live mind got me survivin' five rounds (shots)\n  My forty-five got me fortified with live rounds\n  When shit's thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits\n  All hail, out on bail, wrath of the 2Pacalypse\n  Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps\n  Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp\n\n  They called us for assignment, one of the squad's finest\n  Skills in guerrilla warfare and blessed with refinement\n  My rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessions\n  Says I'm responsible for black Smif-N-Wessun\n  Putting likkle yout's in a military state of mind\n  Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined\n  Cocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline\n  Test de sound and ye dead same ti-ime\n\n  Man to man, I'm facin' the Devil with a plan\n  Judo stance, first glance, I'm makin' my advance\n  Animal instincts, intelligence of an assassin\n  Masked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack\n  I react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me\n  Never forget the method, stick and move strictly\n  Shit be seemin' like it's closin' in\n  With no regrets I hold position\n  'Cause I suppose I'm one of the chosen men\n\n  Picture being put in a position to move\n  And you can't move 'cause your move is blocked by the knight\n  At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins\n  So I start to focus in, my thoughts on the war\n  'Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by\n  Is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI\n  Why try if ya body lie\n  By the block true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll\n  (This is how we ride)\n\n  Stick and move, time to show 'em how to make a move\n  Or get moved on, let's see who strong\n\n  In the gaze of the strange, where nothing stays the same\n  Where new faces come through with similar game\n  Now who you thought was them, really ain't\n  They catchin' deja vus of the game people play\n  It's a call for readjustment, fine tune yo' position\n  You slippin' and trippin' 'stead of bobbin and dippin'\n  But never let this world of stress get the best of me\n  Takin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai-Chi\n\n  What does it take, to get a break in the world of snakes\n  And dose who fake\n  Elimination I'm facin' destruction\n  Outlawed, so I duck and down, fo'-fo' is bustin', no one to trust in\n  Rushin' to the goal line\n  Catch a nigga beat him treat him like he stole mine\n  No swine I'm a soldier, soldier I control mine\n  Time to, take you, back into time - follow dis here\n\n  One way out, this black hole\n  For this black soul, shit is outta control\n  I'm fightin' for my position to be a fetus in this world I'm enterin'\n  And my face is sentencin' for repentance\n  Before my body was fully formed into a human\n  I was already consumin' weed\n  'Cause my moms used to smoke back in the 70s\n  Maybe that's why in the 90s I drop G's when I drop degrees\n  When I ease across the block with 'Pac\n  Got all y'all niggas shocked\n  You didn't think Boot Camp Clik would link, with a Outlaw mind?\n  If you do you press rewind\n  And you can peep guerrilla tactics in every line\n\n  Yeah, and this is how we do it!\n  Where my real thugs, where they at?\n  Let me, see my real thugs, now where ya at?\n  Won'tcha, see my real thugs, where ya at?\n  Let me, see my real thugs, where ya at now?\n  Where my real thugs, let me see, where ya at?\n  Tell me where my real thugs gots to see, where ya at?\n  Where's my soldiers - where ya at?\n  Where my, real soldiers - where ya at?\n  Where my soldiers at; where ya at, where ya at?\n  Get yo' strap my nigga; where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my soldiers at; where ya at, what ya at?\n  Getcha, thug niggas where ya at, witcha strap?\n  Where my soldiers at, where my true thug niggas\n  No longer drug dealers 'cause we now, thug niggas\n  Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers\n  'Cause we now, thug niggas, let me, where my\n  Where my soldiers at?, put your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at?, put yo' guns up\n  Tell me where my soldiers at?, put yo' pistols in the air\n  Where my, SOLDIERS, my true thug ROLLERS\n  Yes, it just doesn't quit, YES!\n  This is that real hip-hop shit YES!\n  Fuck what you heard\n  From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word\n  Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  Put yo' hand on the pistol, put yo' pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at?, where my soldiers at?\n  Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  When Bob Dole and Delores Tucker wanna know\n  Where my soldiers at, GO VOTE!\n"},{"id":17531143,"name":"Military Minds","trackName":"Military Minds","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Better Dayz (Japan UICS-1051/2)","duration":329.508571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Military Minds\"\n\nStand in formation\nMy motherfucking real troopers\nLets do it like soldiers\nAll in together now\nReady?\nHell yeah\nNo retreat no surrender\nDeath before dishonor motherfucker\nDo it to them\n\nCome on\n\nNever got thuggish\nUhh\nYes yes YES\nSay whut\nWestide eastside ride\nWhere you at?, where you at?\nWhere my real thugs?\nWhere you at?, where you at?\nWhere my real thugs?\nWhere you at?, where you at?\nWhere my real thugs?\nWhere you at? 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When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes Can't seem to focus\nHopeless\nWith violent thoughts\nI wrote this\n\nGot these devils petrified\nHiding from my hocus pocus\nAnd so I learned to earn my currency\nAnd over time Affiliated\nClearly click a military mind May god forgive us\n\nThough we dwell inside a paradox\nThugged out and drug dealing\n\n>From the womb to the block My live mind got me surviving 5 shots My 45 got me fortified with live rounds\nWhen shit stick\nWe plot hits\nWhen our block spits\nAll hail\nOut on bail\n\nWrath of 2pacalypse Forever ghetto\nNecessary picture food stamps\n\nOutlaw thug niggas\nNever left the boot camp\n\nI'm a nigga for assignment\nOne of the suqads finest Skilled in gorilla warfare\nAnd blessed\n\nWork with firearm My rap shit\n\nContains sections of bomb sessions\nSays I'm responsible for black smith and wessons Putting up on?? in the military state of mind Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined\nCocoa Brovas pan the borderline That's the sound and your dead son\n\nMan to man\nI'm facing the devil with a plan Judo stance\nFirst glance\n\nI'm making my advance Animal instincts\n\nIntelligence of an assassin Mask my ninja style\nSurround me ready to attack I react swiftly\nWhat father taught me sticks with me Never forget the methods stick and move strictly Shit be seeming like its closing in\nWith no regrets I hold position\nCause I circles\nI'm one of the chosen men Picture being put in position to move And you can't move\nCause your move is blocked by the knight at 12 O'clock\nThat's when the madness beings So I start to focusing\nMy thoughts on the war\nCause the rule is the law And the law that we live by is to stay true to self\nIn this case beady eye Why try\nEverybody lie\nAbout the block\n\nTrue soldier mentality\nThis is how we rock and move Stick and move\nTime to show what kinda nigga\nMove or get moved on\nLets see whos strong In the days of the strange\nWhere nothing stays the same\nWith new faces come through with similar game And who you thought them\nReally ain't they (echo)\nCatching deja vu\nOf the game people play It's a call for re-adjustment\nFine tune your positions\nYou slipping and tripping\nInstead of bobbing and dipping Will never let this world of stress get me Taking breathing techniques\nSlay you with tai chi What did you change\nTo get a break\nIn the world of snakes\nAnd those who fake\nElimination I'm facing\nDestruction\nOutlaw till I duck down From po po's bustin'\nNo one to trust in\nRushing to the goal line\nCatch a nigga\nBeat him\nTreat him like he stole mine No swine\nI'm a soldier\nTold cha I control mine Time to take you back into time\nFollow this here\n\nOne way out\nThis black hole\nFor this black soul\nShit is outta control\nI'm fighting for my position\nTo be a fetus in this world I am entering And my face is sentencing for repentance Before my body was fully formed into a human I was already consuming weed\nCause my mom's 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To get a break\n  start_ms: 181000\n  end_ms: 182710\n- text: In the world of snakes\n  start_ms: 182710\n  end_ms: 183520\n- text: And those who fake\n  start_ms: 183520\n  end_ms: 184430\n- text: Elimination I'm facing\n  start_ms: 184430\n  end_ms: 185210\n- text: Destruction\n  start_ms: 185210\n  end_ms: 186500\n- text: Outlaw till I duck down From po po's bustin'\n  start_ms: 186500\n  end_ms: 188760\n- text: No one to trust in\n  start_ms: 188760\n  end_ms: 190670\n- text: Rushing to the goal line\n  start_ms: 190670\n  end_ms: 192440\n- text: Catch a nigga\n  start_ms: 192440\n  end_ms: 193620\n- text: Beat him\n  start_ms: 193620\n  end_ms: 194480\n- text: Treat him like he stole mine No swine\n  start_ms: 194480\n  end_ms: 195420\n- text: I'm a soldier\n  start_ms: 195420\n  end_ms: 197430\n- text: Told cha I control mine Time to take you back into time\n  start_ms: 197430\n  end_ms: 199650\n- text: Follow this here\n  start_ms: 199650\n  end_ms: 202040\n- text: One way out\n 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When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes Can't seem to focus\n  Hopeless\n  With violent thoughts\n  I wrote this\n\n  Got these devils petrified\n  Hiding from my hocus pocus\n  And so I learned to earn my currency\n  And over time Affiliated\n  Clearly click a military mind May god forgive us\n\n  Though we dwell inside a paradox\n  Thugged out and drug dealing\n\n  >From the womb to the block My live mind got me surviving 5 shots My 45 got me fortified with live rounds\n  When shit stick\n  We plot hits\n  When our block spits\n  All hail\n  Out on bail\n\n  Wrath of 2pacalypse Forever ghetto\n  Necessary picture food stamps\n\n  Outlaw thug niggas\n  Never left the boot camp\n\n  I'm a nigga for assignment\n  One of the suqads finest Skilled in gorilla warfare\n  And blessed\n\n  Work with firearm My rap shit\n\n  Contains sections of bomb sessions\n  Says I'm responsible for black smith and wessons Putting up on?? in the military state of mind Dangerous like 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Where my soldiers at\n  Where you at?\n  Where you at?\n  Hit your thug niggas\n  Where you at?\n  With your strap\n  Where my soldiers at\n  With my true thug niggas\n  No longer drug dealers\n  Cause we now thug niggas\n  Where my soldiers at?\n  No longer drug dealers\n  Cause we now thug niggas\n  Let me\n  Where my\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your guns up\n  Tell me where my soldiers at\n  Put your pistols in the air\n  Where my, soldiers\n  My true thug rollers\n  Yes\n  It just doesn't quit\n  Yes\n  This is that real hip hop shit\n  Yes\n  Fuck what you heard\n  From the ghetto to the 'burbs\n  Know we meant every word\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your hand on your pistol\n  Point your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  When Bob 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When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes Can't seem to focus\nHopeless\nWith violent thoughts\nI wrote this\n\nGot these devils petrified\nHiding from my hocus pocus\nAnd so I learned to earn my currency\nAnd over time Affiliated\nClearly click a military mind May god forgive us\n\nThough we dwell inside a paradox\nThugged out and drug dealing\n\n>From the womb to the block My live mind got me surviving 5 shots My 45 got me fortified with live rounds\nWhen shit stick\nWe plot hits\nWhen our block spits\nAll hail\nOut on bail\n\nWrath of 2pacalypse Forever ghetto\nNecessary picture food stamps\n\nOutlaw thug niggas\nNever left the boot camp\n\nI'm a nigga for assignment\nOne of the suqads finest Skilled in gorilla warfare\nAnd blessed\n\nWork with firearm My rap shit\n\nContains sections of bomb sessions\nSays I'm responsible for black smith and wessons Putting up on?? in the military state of mind Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined\nCocoa Brovas pan the 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real troopers\n  Lets do it like soldiers\n  All in together now\n  Ready?\n  Hell yeah\n  No retreat no surrender\n  Death before dishonor motherfucker\n  Do it to them\n\n  Come on\n\n  Never got thuggish\n  Uhh\n  Yes yes YES\n  Say whut\n  Westide eastside ride\n  Where you at?, where you at?\n  Where my real thugs?\n  Where you at?, where you at?\n  Where my real thugs?\n  Where you at?, where you at?\n  Where my real thugs?\n  Where you at? (Huhuhu)\n  The cases of a drug dealer\n  Real thugs, where you at?\n\n  Yo a motherfucking army\n  Do it to them\n  Do it to them\n  They love the way we do it to them\n  We do it to them\n  Calvary\n\n  Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme duce a drug called crack\n  To us ghetto teens Got a law for raw niggas now\n\n  Playa what it be like? When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes Can't seem to focus\n  Hopeless\n  With violent thoughts\n  I wrote this\n\n  Got these devils petrified\n  Hiding from my hocus pocus\n  And so I learned to earn my currency\n  And over time Affiliated\n  Clearly click a military mind May god forgive us\n\n  Though we dwell inside a paradox\n  Thugged out and drug dealing\n\n  >From the womb to the block My live mind got me surviving 5 shots My 45 got me fortified with live rounds\n  When shit stick\n  We plot hits\n  When our block spits\n  All hail\n  Out on bail\n\n  Wrath of 2pacalypse Forever ghetto\n  Necessary picture food stamps\n\n  Outlaw thug niggas\n  Never left the boot camp\n\n  I'm a nigga for assignment\n  One of the suqads finest Skilled in gorilla warfare\n  And blessed\n\n  Work with firearm My rap shit\n\n  Contains sections of bomb sessions\n  Says I'm responsible for black smith and wessons Putting up on?? in the military state of mind Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined\n  Cocoa Brovas pan the borderline That's the sound and your dead son\n\n  Man to man\n  I'm facing the devil with a plan Judo stance\n  First glance\n\n  I'm making my advance Animal instincts\n\n  Intelligence of an assassin Mask my ninja style\n  Surround me ready to attack I react swiftly\n  What father taught me sticks with me Never forget the methods stick and move strictly Shit be seeming like its closing in\n  With no regrets I hold position\n  Cause I circles\n  I'm one of the chosen men Picture being put in position to move And you can't move\n  Cause your move is blocked by the knight at 12 O'clock\n  That's when the madness beings So I start to focusing\n  My thoughts on the war\n  Cause the rule is the law And the law that we live by is to stay true to self\n  In this case beady eye Why try\n  Everybody lie\n  About the block\n\n  True soldier mentality\n  This is how we rock and move Stick and move\n  Time to show what kinda nigga\n  Move or get moved on\n  Lets see whos strong In the days of the strange\n  Where nothing stays the same\n  With new faces come through with similar game And who you thought them\n  Really ain't they (echo)\n  Catching deja vu\n  Of the game people play It's a call for re-adjustment\n  Fine tune your positions\n  You slipping and tripping\n  Instead of bobbing and dipping Will never let this world of stress get me Taking breathing techniques\n  Slay you with tai chi What did you change\n  To get a break\n  In the world of snakes\n  And those who fake\n  Elimination I'm facing\n  Destruction\n  Outlaw till I duck down From po po's bustin'\n  No one to trust in\n  Rushing to the goal line\n  Catch a nigga\n  Beat him\n  Treat him like he stole mine No swine\n  I'm a soldier\n  Told cha I control mine Time to take you back into time\n  Follow this here\n\n  One way out\n  This black hole\n  For this black soul\n  Shit is outta control\n  I'm fighting for my position\n  To be a fetus in this world I am entering And my face is sentencing for repentance Before my body was fully formed into a human I was already consuming weed\n  Cause my mom's use to smoke back in the 70's Maybe that's why in the 90's\n  I drop g's when I drop degrees When I ease across the block\n  With Pac And got all you niggas shot\n  You didn't think\n  Boot Camp click would link\n  With the outlaw minded\n  If you do you press rewind\n  And you can peep gorilla tactics in every line\n\n  Yeah\n  And this is how we do it\n  Where my real thugs?\n  Where they at?\n  Let me see my real thugs\n  Where you at\n  Wont you see my real thugs\n  Where you at\n  Let me see my real thugs\n  Where u at\n  Now\n  Where my real thugs\n  Let me see where you at\n  Tell me where my real thugs\n  Gots to see where you at\n  Where's my soldiers\n  Where you at\n  Where's my real soldiers\n  Where you at\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where you at\n  Where you at\n  Get your strap my nigga\n  Where you at?\n  Where you at?\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where you at?\n  Where you at?\n  Hit your thug niggas\n  Where you at?\n  With your strap\n  Where my soldiers at\n  With my true thug niggas\n  No longer drug dealers\n  Cause we now thug niggas\n  Where my soldiers at?\n  No longer drug dealers\n  Cause we now thug niggas\n  Let me\n  Where my\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your guns up\n  Tell me where my soldiers at\n  Put your pistols in the air\n  Where my, soldiers\n  My true thug rollers\n  Yes\n  It just doesn't quit\n  Yes\n  This is that real hip hop shit\n  Yes\n  Fuck what you heard\n  From the ghetto to the 'burbs\n  Know we meant every word\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your hand on your pistol\n  Point your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  When Bob 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Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready\nNo retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!\nDo it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uh - YES YES YES\nSay what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my real thugs, where ya at?!\nHehehe, send cases to the drug dealer\nReal thugs, where ya at? 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where ya at, where ya at?\nGet yo' strap my nigga; where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my soldiers at; where ya at, what ya at?\nGetcha, thug niggas where ya at, witcha strap?\nWhere my soldiers at, where my true thug niggas\nNo longer drug dealers 'cause we now, thug niggas\nWhere my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers\n'Cause we now, thug niggas, let me, where my\nWhere my soldiers at?, put your pistols in the air\nWhere my soldiers at?, put yo' guns up\nTell me where my soldiers at?, put yo' pistols in the air\nWhere my, SOLDIERS, my true thug ROLLERS\nYes, it just doesn't quit, YES!\nThis is that real hip-hop shit YES!\nFuck what you heard\nFrom the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word\nWhere my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\nWhere my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\nPut yo' hand on the pistol, put yo' pistols in the air\nWhere my soldiers at?, where my soldiers at?\nWhere my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\nWhere my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\nWhen Bob Dole and Delores Tucker wanna know\nWhere my soldiers at, GO VOTE!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.29] Stand in formation, my motherfuckin' real troopers\n[00:15.77] Let's do it like soldiers - all and together now!\n[00:24.45] Ready? Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready\n[00:29.08] No retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!\n[00:38.64] Do it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uh - YES YES YES\n[00:45.42] Say what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?\n[00:48.12] Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n[00:50.28] Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n[00:51.37] Where my real thugs, where ya at?!\n[00:54.54] Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer\n[00:59.66] Real thugs, where ya at? 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Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready\n  No retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!\n  Do it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uh - YES YES YES\n  Say what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at?!\n  Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer\n  Real thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin' home\n  Do it to 'em, do it to 'em\n  They love the way we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em\n\n  Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme\n  Introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens\n  Got a law for raw niggas, now, playa what it be like?\n  When will niggas see they got us bleedin' with three strikes\n  Can't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this\n  Got these Devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus-pocus\n  And so I learned to earn my currency and over time\n  Affiliated, clearly click a military mind\n  May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox\n  Thugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block\n  My live mind got me survivin' five rounds (shots)\n  My forty-five got me fortified with live rounds\n  When shit's thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits\n  All hail, out on bail, wrath of the 2Pacalypse\n  Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps\n  Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp\n\n  They called us for assignment, one of the squad's finest\n  Skills in guerrilla warfare and blessed with refinement\n  My rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessions\n  Says I'm responsible for black Smif-N-Wessun\n  Putting likkle yout's in a military state of mind\n  Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined\n  Cocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline\n  Test de sound and ye dead same ti-ime\n\n  Man to man, I'm facin' the Devil with a plan\n  Judo stance, first glance, I'm makin' my advance\n  Animal instincts, intelligence of an assassin\n  Masked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack\n  I react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me\n  Never forget the method, stick and move strictly\n  Shit be seemin' like it's closin' in\n  With no regrets I hold position\n  'Cause I suppose I'm one of the chosen men\n\n  Picture being put in a position to move\n  And you can't move 'cause your move is blocked by the knight\n  At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins\n  So I start to focus in, my thoughts on the war\n  'Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by\n  Is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI\n  Why try if ya body lie\n  By the block true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll\n  (This is how we ride)\n\n  Stick and move, time to show 'em how to make a move\n  Or get moved on, let's see who strong\n\n  In the gaze of the strange, where nothing stays the same\n  Where new faces come through with similar game\n  Now who you thought was them, really ain't\n  They catchin' deja vus of the game people play\n  It's a call for readjustment, fine tune yo' position\n  You slippin' and trippin' 'stead of bobbin and dippin'\n  But never let this world of stress get the best of me\n  Takin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai-Chi\n\n  What does it take, to get a break in the world of snakes\n  And dose who fake\n  Elimination I'm facin' destruction\n  Outlawed, so I duck and down, fo'-fo' is bustin', no one to trust in\n  Rushin' to the goal line\n  Catch a nigga beat him treat him like he stole mine\n  No swine I'm a soldier, soldier I control mine\n  Time to, take you, back into time - follow dis here\n\n  One way out, this black hole\n  For this black soul, shit is outta control\n  I'm fightin' for my position to be a fetus in this world I'm enterin'\n  And my face is sentencin' for repentance\n  Before my body was fully formed into a human\n  I was already consumin' weed\n  'Cause my moms used to smoke back in the 70s\n  Maybe that's why in the 90s I drop G's when I drop degrees\n  When I ease across the block with 'Pac\n  Got all y'all niggas shocked\n  You didn't think Boot Camp Clik would link, with a Outlaw mind?\n  If you do you press rewind\n  And you can peep guerrilla tactics in every line\n\n  Yeah, and this is how we do it!\n  Where my real thugs, where they at?\n  Let me, see my real thugs, now where ya at?\n  Won'tcha, see my real thugs, where ya at?\n  Let me, see my real thugs, where ya at now?\n  Where my real thugs, let me see, where ya at?\n  Tell me where my real thugs gots to see, where ya at?\n  Where's my soldiers - where ya at?\n  Where my, real soldiers - where ya at?\n  Where my soldiers at; where ya at, where ya at?\n  Get yo' strap my nigga; where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my soldiers at; where ya at, what ya at?\n  Getcha, thug niggas where ya at, witcha strap?\n  Where my soldiers at, where my true thug niggas\n  No longer drug dealers 'cause we now, thug niggas\n  Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers\n  'Cause we now, thug niggas, let me, where my\n  Where my soldiers at?, put your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at?, put yo' guns up\n  Tell me where my soldiers at?, put yo' pistols in the air\n  Where my, SOLDIERS, my true thug ROLLERS\n  Yes, it just doesn't quit, YES!\n  This is that real hip-hop shit YES!\n  Fuck what you heard\n  From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word\n  Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  Put yo' hand on the pistol, put yo' pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at?, where my soldiers at?\n  Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  When Bob Dole and Delores Tucker wanna know\n  Where my soldiers at, GO VOTE!\n"},{"id":14350602,"name":"Military Minds","trackName":"Military Minds","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Better Dayz (CD2)","duration":329.508571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Military Minds\"\n\nStand in formation\nMy motherfucking real troopers\nLets do it like soldiers\nAll in together now\nReady?\nHell yeah\nNo retreat no surrender\nDeath before dishonor motherfucker\nDo it to them\n\nCome on\n\nNever got thuggish\nUhh\nYes yes YES\nSay whut\nWestide eastside ride\nWhere you at?, where you at?\nWhere my real thugs?\nWhere you at?, where you at?\nWhere my real thugs?\nWhere you at?, where you at?\nWhere my real thugs?\nWhere you at? (Huhuhu)\nThe cases of a drug dealer\nReal thugs, where you at?\n\nYo a motherfucking army\nDo it to them\nDo it to them\nThey love the way we do it to them\nWe do it to them\nCalvary\n\nSuppress the revolution of premeditated scheme duce a drug called crack\nTo us ghetto teens Got a law for raw niggas now\n\nPlaya what it be like? When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes Can't seem to focus\nHopeless\nWith violent thoughts\nI wrote this\n\nGot these devils petrified\nHiding from my hocus pocus\nAnd so I learned to earn my currency\nAnd over time Affiliated\nClearly click a military mind May god forgive us\n\nThough we dwell inside a paradox\nThugged out and drug dealing\n\n>From the womb to the block My live mind got me surviving 5 shots My 45 got me fortified with live rounds\nWhen shit stick\nWe plot hits\nWhen our block spits\nAll hail\nOut on bail\n\nWrath of 2pacalypse Forever ghetto\nNecessary picture food stamps\n\nOutlaw thug niggas\nNever left the boot camp\n\nI'm a nigga for assignment\nOne of the suqads finest Skilled in gorilla warfare\nAnd blessed\n\nWork with firearm My rap shit\n\nContains sections of bomb sessions\nSays I'm responsible for black smith and wessons Putting up on?? in the military state of mind Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined\nCocoa Brovas pan the borderline That's the sound and your dead son\n\nMan to man\nI'm facing the devil with a plan Judo stance\nFirst glance\n\nI'm making my advance Animal instincts\n\nIntelligence of an assassin Mask my ninja style\nSurround me ready to attack I react swiftly\nWhat father taught me sticks with me Never forget the methods stick and move strictly Shit be seeming like its closing in\nWith no regrets I hold position\nCause I circles\nI'm one of the chosen men Picture being put in position to move And you can't move\nCause your move is blocked by the knight at 12 O'clock\nThat's when the madness beings So I start to focusing\nMy thoughts on the war\nCause the rule is the law And the law that we live by is to stay true to self\nIn this case beady eye Why try\nEverybody lie\nAbout the block\n\nTrue soldier mentality\nThis is how we rock and move Stick and move\nTime to show what kinda nigga\nMove or get moved on\nLets see whos strong In the days of the strange\nWhere nothing stays the same\nWith new faces come through with similar game And who you thought them\nReally ain't they (echo)\nCatching deja vu\nOf the game people play It's a call for re-adjustment\nFine tune your positions\nYou slipping and tripping\nInstead of bobbing and dipping Will never let this world of stress get me Taking breathing techniques\nSlay you with tai chi What did you change\nTo get a break\nIn the world of snakes\nAnd those who fake\nElimination I'm facing\nDestruction\nOutlaw till I duck down From po po's bustin'\nNo one to trust in\nRushing to the goal line\nCatch a nigga\nBeat him\nTreat him like he stole mine No swine\nI'm a soldier\nTold cha I control mine Time to take you back into time\nFollow this here\n\nOne way out\nThis black hole\nFor this black soul\nShit is outta control\nI'm fighting for my position\nTo be a fetus in this world I am entering And my face is sentencing for repentance Before my body was fully formed into a human I was already consuming weed\nCause my mom's 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To get a break\n  start_ms: 181000\n  end_ms: 182710\n- text: In the world of snakes\n  start_ms: 182710\n  end_ms: 183520\n- text: And those who fake\n  start_ms: 183520\n  end_ms: 184430\n- text: Elimination I'm facing\n  start_ms: 184430\n  end_ms: 185210\n- text: Destruction\n  start_ms: 185210\n  end_ms: 186500\n- text: Outlaw till I duck down From po po's bustin'\n  start_ms: 186500\n  end_ms: 188760\n- text: No one to trust in\n  start_ms: 188760\n  end_ms: 190670\n- text: Rushing to the goal line\n  start_ms: 190670\n  end_ms: 192440\n- text: Catch a nigga\n  start_ms: 192440\n  end_ms: 193620\n- text: Beat him\n  start_ms: 193620\n  end_ms: 194480\n- text: Treat him like he stole mine No swine\n  start_ms: 194480\n  end_ms: 195420\n- text: I'm a soldier\n  start_ms: 195420\n  end_ms: 197430\n- text: Told cha I control mine Time to take you back into time\n  start_ms: 197430\n  end_ms: 199650\n- text: Follow this here\n  start_ms: 199650\n  end_ms: 202040\n- text: One way out\n 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When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes Can't seem to focus\n  Hopeless\n  With violent thoughts\n  I wrote this\n\n  Got these devils petrified\n  Hiding from my hocus pocus\n  And so I learned to earn my currency\n  And over time Affiliated\n  Clearly click a military mind May god forgive us\n\n  Though we dwell inside a paradox\n  Thugged out and drug dealing\n\n  >From the womb to the block My live mind got me surviving 5 shots My 45 got me fortified with live rounds\n  When shit stick\n  We plot hits\n  When our block spits\n  All hail\n  Out on bail\n\n  Wrath of 2pacalypse Forever ghetto\n  Necessary picture food stamps\n\n  Outlaw thug niggas\n  Never left the boot camp\n\n  I'm a nigga for assignment\n  One of the suqads finest Skilled in gorilla warfare\n  And blessed\n\n  Work with firearm My rap shit\n\n  Contains sections of bomb sessions\n  Says I'm responsible for black smith and wessons Putting up on?? in the military state of mind Dangerous like 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Where my soldiers at\n  Where you at?\n  Where you at?\n  Hit your thug niggas\n  Where you at?\n  With your strap\n  Where my soldiers at\n  With my true thug niggas\n  No longer drug dealers\n  Cause we now thug niggas\n  Where my soldiers at?\n  No longer drug dealers\n  Cause we now thug niggas\n  Let me\n  Where my\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your guns up\n  Tell me where my soldiers at\n  Put your pistols in the air\n  Where my, soldiers\n  My true thug rollers\n  Yes\n  It just doesn't quit\n  Yes\n  This is that real hip hop shit\n  Yes\n  Fuck what you heard\n  From the ghetto to the 'burbs\n  Know we meant every word\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Put your hand on your pistol\n  Point your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  Where my soldiers\n  Where my soldiers at\n  When Bob 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When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes Can't seem to focus\nHopeless\nWith violent thoughts\nI wrote this\n\nGot these devils petrified\nHiding from my hocus pocus\nAnd so I learned to earn my currency\nAnd over time Affiliated\nClearly click a military mind May god forgive us\n\nThough we dwell inside a paradox\nThugged out and drug dealing\n\n>From the womb to the block My live mind got me surviving 5 shots My 45 got me fortified with live rounds\nWhen shit stick\nWe plot hits\nWhen our block spits\nAll hail\nOut on bail\n\nWrath of 2pacalypse Forever ghetto\nNecessary picture food stamps\n\nOutlaw thug niggas\nNever left the boot camp\n\nI'm a nigga for assignment\nOne of the suqads finest Skilled in gorilla warfare\nAnd blessed\n\nWork with firearm My rap shit\n\nContains sections of bomb sessions\nSays I'm responsible for black smith and wessons Putting up on?? in the military state of mind Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined\nCocoa Brovas pan the 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When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes Can't seem to focus\n  Hopeless\n  With violent thoughts\n  I wrote this\n\n  Got these devils petrified\n  Hiding from my hocus pocus\n  And so I learned to earn my currency\n  And over time Affiliated\n  Clearly click a military mind May god forgive us\n\n  Though we dwell inside a paradox\n  Thugged out and drug dealing\n\n  >From the womb to the block My live mind got me surviving 5 shots My 45 got me fortified with live rounds\n  When shit stick\n  We plot hits\n  When our block spits\n  All hail\n  Out on bail\n\n  Wrath of 2pacalypse Forever ghetto\n  Necessary picture food stamps\n\n  Outlaw thug niggas\n  Never left the boot camp\n\n  I'm a nigga for assignment\n  One of the suqads finest Skilled in gorilla warfare\n  And blessed\n\n  Work with firearm My rap shit\n\n  Contains sections of bomb sessions\n  Says I'm responsible for black smith and wessons Putting up on?? in the military state of mind Dangerous like 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Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready\nNo retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!\nDo it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uh - YES YES YES\nSay what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my real thugs, where ya at?!\nHehehe, send cases to the drug dealer\nReal thugs, where ya at? 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where ya at, where ya at?\nGet yo' strap my nigga; where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my soldiers at; where ya at, what ya at?\nGetcha, thug niggas where ya at, witcha strap?\nWhere my soldiers at, where my true thug niggas\nNo longer drug dealers 'cause we now, thug niggas\nWhere my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers\n'Cause we now, thug niggas, let me, where my\nWhere my soldiers at?, put your pistols in the air\nWhere my soldiers at?, put yo' guns up\nTell me where my soldiers at?, put yo' pistols in the air\nWhere my, SOLDIERS, my true thug ROLLERS\nYes, it just doesn't quit, YES!\nThis is that real hip-hop shit YES!\nFuck what you heard\nFrom the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word\nWhere my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\nWhere my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\nPut yo' hand on the pistol, put yo' pistols in the air\nWhere my soldiers at?, where my soldiers at?\nWhere my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\nWhere my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\nWhen Bob Dole and Delores Tucker wanna know\nWhere my soldiers at, GO VOTE!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.29] Stand in formation, my motherfuckin' real troopers\n[00:15.77] Let's do it like soldiers - all and together now!\n[00:24.45] Ready? 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You motherfuckin' home\n[01:04.76] Do it to 'em, do it to 'em\n[01:06.14] They love the way we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em\n[01:11.71] Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme\n[01:12.66] Introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens\n[01:15.51] Got a law for raw niggas, now, playa what it be like?\n[01:18.37] When will niggas see they got us bleedin' with three strikes\n[01:23.03] Can't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this\n[01:24.58] Got these Devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus-pocus\n[01:26.21] And so I learned to earn my currency and over time\n[01:28.94] Affiliated, clearly click a military mind\n[01:30.82] May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox\n[01:32.11] Thugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block\n[01:32.46] My live mind got me survivin' five rounds (shots)\n[01:32.76] My forty-five got me fortified with live rounds\n[01:33.05] When shit's thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits\n[01:33.31] All hail, out on bail, wrath of the 2Pacalypse\n[01:33.67] Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps\n[01:33.82] Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp\n[01:34.19] They called us for assignment, one of the squad's finest\n[01:34.33] Skills in guerrilla warfare and blessed with refinement\n[01:34.42] My rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessions\n[01:34.67] Says I'm responsible for black Smif-N-Wessun\n[01:34.89] Putting likkle yout's in a military state of mind\n[01:35.00] Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined\n[01:35.21] Cocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline\n[01:35.42] Test de sound and ye dead same ti-ime\n[01:35.62] Man to man, I'm facin' the Devil with a plan\n[01:35.80] Judo stance, first glance, I'm makin' my advance\n[01:36.09] Animal instincts, intelligence of an assassin\n[01:36.26] Masked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack\n[01:36.46] I react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me\n[01:36.64] Never forget the method, stick and move strictly\n[01:36.81] Shit be seemin' like it's closin' in\n[01:37.07] With no regrets I hold position\n[01:37.21] 'Cause I suppose I'm one of the chosen men\n[01:42.02] Picture being put in a position to move\n[01:42.64] And you can't move 'cause your move is blocked by the knight\n[01:42.94] At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins\n[01:43.11] So I start to focus in, my thoughts on the war\n[01:43.35] 'Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by\n[01:43.58] Is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI\n[01:43.73] Why try if ya body lie\n[01:43.96] By the block true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll\n[01:44.15] (This is how we ride)\n[01:44.39] Stick and move, time to show 'em how to make a move\n[01:44.52] Or get moved on, let's see who strong\n[01:44.76] In the gaze of the strange, where nothing stays the same\n[01:44.97] Where new faces come through with similar game\n[01:45.15] Now who you thought was them, really ain't\n[01:45.36] They catchin' deja vus of the game people play\n[01:45.50] It's a call for readjustment, fine tune yo' position\n[01:45.77] You slippin' and trippin' 'stead of bobbin and dippin'\n[01:45.93] But never let this world of stress get the best of me\n[01:46.10] Takin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai-Chi\n[01:46.37] What does it take, to get a break in the world of snakes\n[01:46.55] And dose who fake\n[01:46.72] Elimination I'm facin' destruction\n[01:46.90] Outlawed, so I duck and down, fo'-fo' is bustin', no one to trust in\n[01:47.15] Rushin' to the goal line\n[01:47.31] Catch a nigga beat him treat him like he stole mine\n[01:57.17] No swine I'm a soldier, soldier I control mine\n[01:57.31] Time to, take you, back into time - follow dis here\n[01:57.66] One way out, this black hole\n[01:57.88] For this black soul, shit is outta control\n[01:58.09] I'm fightin' for my position to be a fetus in this world I'm enterin'\n[01:58.27] And my face is sentencin' for repentance\n[01:58.40] Before my body was fully formed into a human\n[01:58.63] I was already consumin' weed\n[01:58.81] 'Cause my moms used to smoke back in the 70s\n[01:59.01] Maybe that's why in the 90s I drop G's when I drop degrees\n[01:59.28] When I ease across the block with 'Pac\n[01:59.30] Got all y'all niggas shocked\n[01:59.55] You didn't think Boot Camp Clik would link, with a Outlaw mind?\n[01:59.75] If you do you press rewind\n[01:59.95] And you can peep guerrilla tactics in every line\n[02:00.15] Yeah, and this is how we do it!\n[02:00.38] Where my real thugs, where they at?\n[02:00.62] Let me, see my real thugs, now where ya at?\n[02:00.82] Won'tcha, see my real thugs, where ya at?\n[02:01.03] Let me, see my real thugs, where ya at now?\n[02:01.28] Where my real thugs, let me see, where ya at?\n[02:01.43] Tell me where my real thugs gots to see, where ya at?\n[02:01.60] Where's my soldiers - where ya at?\n[02:01.82] Where my, real soldiers - where ya at?\n[02:02.03] Where my soldiers at; 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Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready\n  No retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!\n  Do it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uh - YES YES YES\n  Say what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at?!\n  Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer\n  Real thugs, where ya at? 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Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready\n  No retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!\n  Do it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uh - YES YES YES\n  Say what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at?!\n  Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer\n  Real thugs, where ya at? 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Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready\nNo retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!\nDo it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uh - YES YES YES\nSay what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\nWhere my real thugs, where ya at?!\nHehehe, send cases to the drug dealer\nReal thugs, where ya at? 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You motherfuckin' home\n[01:04.76] Do it to 'em, do it to 'em\n[01:06.14] They love the way we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em\n[01:11.71] Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme\n[01:12.66] Introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens\n[01:15.51] Got a law for raw niggas, now, playa what it be like?\n[01:18.37] When will niggas see they got us bleedin' with three strikes\n[01:23.03] Can't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this\n[01:24.58] Got these Devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus-pocus\n[01:26.21] And so I learned to earn my currency and over time\n[01:28.94] Affiliated, clearly click a military mind\n[01:30.82] May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox\n[01:32.11] Thugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block\n[01:32.46] My live mind got me survivin' five rounds (shots)\n[01:32.76] My forty-five got me fortified with live rounds\n[01:33.05] When shit's thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits\n[01:33.31] All hail, out on bail, wrath of the 2Pacalypse\n[01:33.67] Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps\n[01:33.82] Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp\n[01:34.19] They called us for assignment, one of the squad's finest\n[01:34.33] Skills in guerrilla warfare and blessed with refinement\n[01:34.42] My rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessions\n[01:34.67] Says I'm responsible for black Smif-N-Wessun\n[01:34.89] Putting likkle yout's in a military state of mind\n[01:35.00] Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined\n[01:35.21] Cocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline\n[01:35.42] Test de sound and ye dead same ti-ime\n[01:35.62] Man to man, I'm facin' the Devil with a plan\n[01:35.80] Judo stance, first glance, I'm makin' my advance\n[01:36.09] Animal instincts, intelligence of an assassin\n[01:36.26] Masked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack\n[01:36.46] I react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me\n[01:36.64] Never forget the method, stick and move strictly\n[01:36.81] Shit be seemin' like it's closin' in\n[01:37.07] With no regrets I hold position\n[01:37.21] 'Cause I suppose I'm one of the chosen men\n[01:42.02] Picture being put in a position to move\n[01:42.64] And you can't move 'cause your move is blocked by the knight\n[01:42.94] At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins\n[01:43.11] So I start to focus in, my thoughts on the war\n[01:43.35] 'Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by\n[01:43.58] Is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI\n[01:43.73] Why try if ya body lie\n[01:43.96] By the block true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll\n[01:44.15] (This is how we ride)\n[01:44.39] Stick and move, time to show 'em how to make a move\n[01:44.52] Or get moved on, let's see who strong\n[01:44.76] In the gaze of the strange, where nothing stays the same\n[01:44.97] Where new faces come through with similar game\n[01:45.15] Now who you thought was them, really ain't\n[01:45.36] They catchin' deja vus of the game people play\n[01:45.50] It's a call for readjustment, fine tune yo' position\n[01:45.77] You slippin' and trippin' 'stead of bobbin and dippin'\n[01:45.93] But never let this world of stress get the best of me\n[01:46.10] Takin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai-Chi\n[01:46.37] What does it take, to get a break in the world of snakes\n[01:46.55] And dose who fake\n[01:46.72] Elimination I'm facin' destruction\n[01:46.90] Outlawed, so I duck and down, fo'-fo' is bustin', no one to trust in\n[01:47.15] Rushin' to the goal line\n[01:47.31] Catch a nigga beat him treat him like he stole mine\n[01:57.17] No swine I'm a soldier, soldier I control mine\n[01:57.31] Time to, take you, back into time - follow dis here\n[01:57.66] One way out, this black hole\n[01:57.88] For this black soul, shit is outta control\n[01:58.09] I'm fightin' for my position to be a fetus in this world I'm enterin'\n[01:58.27] And my face is sentencin' for repentance\n[01:58.40] Before my body was fully formed into a human\n[01:58.63] I was already consumin' weed\n[01:58.81] 'Cause my moms used to smoke back in the 70s\n[01:59.01] Maybe that's why in the 90s I drop G's when I drop degrees\n[01:59.28] When I ease across the block with 'Pac\n[01:59.30] Got all y'all niggas shocked\n[01:59.55] You didn't think Boot Camp Clik would link, with a Outlaw mind?\n[01:59.75] If you do you press rewind\n[01:59.95] And you can peep guerrilla tactics in every line\n[02:00.15] Yeah, and this is how we do it!\n[02:00.38] Where my real thugs, where they at?\n[02:00.62] Let me, see my real thugs, now where ya at?\n[02:00.82] Won'tcha, see my real thugs, where ya at?\n[02:01.03] Let me, see my real thugs, where ya at now?\n[02:01.28] Where my real thugs, let me see, where ya at?\n[02:01.43] Tell me where my real thugs gots to see, where ya at?\n[02:01.60] Where's my soldiers - where ya at?\n[02:01.82] Where my, real soldiers - where ya at?\n[02:02.03] Where my soldiers at; 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Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready\n  No retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!\n  Do it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uh - YES YES YES\n  Say what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at?!\n  Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer\n  Real thugs, where ya at? 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true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll\n  start_ms: 103960\n  end_ms: 104150\n- text: (This is how we ride)\n  start_ms: 104150\n  end_ms: 104390\n- text: Stick and move, time to show 'em how to make a move\n  start_ms: 104390\n  end_ms: 104520\n- text: Or get moved on, let's see who strong\n  start_ms: 104520\n  end_ms: 104760\n- text: In the gaze of the strange, where nothing stays the same\n  start_ms: 104760\n  end_ms: 104970\n- text: Where new faces come through with similar game\n  start_ms: 104970\n  end_ms: 105150\n- text: Now who you thought was them, really ain't\n  start_ms: 105150\n  end_ms: 105360\n- text: They catchin' deja vus of the game people play\n  start_ms: 105360\n  end_ms: 105500\n- text: It's a call for readjustment, fine tune yo' position\n  start_ms: 105500\n  end_ms: 105770\n- text: You slippin' and trippin' 'stead of bobbin and dippin'\n  start_ms: 105770\n  end_ms: 105930\n- text: But never let this world of stress get the best of me\n  start_ms: 105930\n  end_ms: 106100\n- text: Takin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai-Chi\n  start_ms: 106100\n  end_ms: 106370\n- text: What does it take, to get a break in the world of snakes\n  start_ms: 106370\n  end_ms: 106550\n- text: And dose who fake\n  start_ms: 106550\n  end_ms: 106720\n- text: Elimination I'm facin' destruction\n  start_ms: 106720\n  end_ms: 106900\n- text: Outlawed, so I duck and down, fo'-fo' is bustin', no one to trust in\n  start_ms: 106900\n  end_ms: 107150\n- text: Rushin' to the goal line\n  start_ms: 107150\n  end_ms: 107310\n- text: Catch a nigga beat him treat him like he stole mine\n  start_ms: 107310\n  end_ms: 117170\n- text: No swine I'm a soldier, soldier I control mine\n  start_ms: 117170\n  end_ms: 117310\n- text: Time to, take you, back into time - follow dis here\n  start_ms: 117310\n  end_ms: 117660\n- text: One way out, this black hole\n  start_ms: 117660\n  end_ms: 117880\n- text: For this black soul, shit is outta control\n  start_ms: 117880\n  end_ms: 118090\n- text: I'm fightin' for my position to be a fetus in this world I'm enterin'\n  start_ms: 118090\n  end_ms: 118270\n- text: And my face is sentencin' for repentance\n  start_ms: 118270\n  end_ms: 118400\n- text: Before my body was fully formed into a human\n  start_ms: 118400\n  end_ms: 118630\n- text: I was already consumin' weed\n  start_ms: 118630\n  end_ms: 118810\n- text: '''Cause my moms used to smoke back in the 70s'\n  start_ms: 118810\n  end_ms: 119010\n- text: Maybe that's why in the 90s I drop G's when I drop degrees\n  start_ms: 119010\n  end_ms: 119280\n- text: When I ease across the block with 'Pac\n  start_ms: 119280\n  end_ms: 119300\n- text: Got all y'all niggas shocked\n  start_ms: 119300\n  end_ms: 119550\n- text: You didn't think Boot Camp Clik would link, with a Outlaw mind?\n  start_ms: 119550\n  end_ms: 119750\n- text: If you do you press rewind\n  start_ms: 119750\n  end_ms: 119950\n- text: And you can peep guerrilla tactics in every line\n  start_ms: 119950\n  end_ms: 120150\n- text: Yeah, and this is how we do it!\n  start_ms: 120150\n  end_ms: 120380\n- text: Where my real thugs, where they at?\n  start_ms: 120380\n  end_ms: 120620\n- text: Let me, see my real thugs, now where ya at?\n  start_ms: 120620\n  end_ms: 120820\n- text: Won'tcha, see my real thugs, where ya at?\n  start_ms: 120820\n  end_ms: 121030\n- text: Let me, see my real thugs, where ya at now?\n  start_ms: 121030\n  end_ms: 121280\n- text: Where my real thugs, let me see, where ya at?\n  start_ms: 121280\n  end_ms: 121430\n- text: Tell me where my real thugs gots to see, where ya at?\n  start_ms: 121430\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: Where's my soldiers - where ya at?\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 121820\n- text: Where my, real soldiers - where ya at?\n  start_ms: 121820\n  end_ms: 122030\n- text: Where my soldiers at; where ya at, where ya at?\n  start_ms: 122030\n  end_ms: 122280\n- text: Get yo' strap my nigga; where ya at, where ya at?\n  start_ms: 122280\n  end_ms: 122370\n- text: Where my soldiers at; where ya at, what ya at?\n  start_ms: 122370\n  end_ms: 122550\n- text: Getcha, thug niggas where ya at, witcha strap?\n  start_ms: 122550\n  end_ms: 122790\n- text: Where my soldiers at, where my true thug niggas\n  start_ms: 122790\n  end_ms: 122930\n- text: No longer drug dealers 'cause we now, thug niggas\n  start_ms: 122930\n  end_ms: 123170\n- text: Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers\n  start_ms: 123170\n  end_ms: 123360\n- text: '''Cause we now, thug niggas, let me, where my'\n  start_ms: 123360\n  end_ms: 123550\n- text: Where my soldiers at?, put your pistols in the air\n  start_ms: 123550\n  end_ms: 123730\n- text: Where my soldiers at?, put yo' guns up\n  start_ms: 123730\n  end_ms: 123950\n- text: Tell me where my soldiers at?, put yo' pistols in the air\n  start_ms: 123950\n  end_ms: 124140\n- text: Where my, SOLDIERS, my true thug ROLLERS\n  start_ms: 124140\n  end_ms: 124300\n- text: Yes, it just doesn't quit, YES!\n  start_ms: 124300\n  end_ms: 124560\n- text: This is that real hip-hop shit YES!\n  start_ms: 124560\n  end_ms: 124770\n- text: Fuck what you heard\n  start_ms: 124770\n  end_ms: 124910\n- text: From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word\n  start_ms: 124910\n  end_ms: 125080\n- text: Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  start_ms: 125080\n  end_ms: 125250\n- text: Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  start_ms: 125250\n  end_ms: 125610\n- text: Put yo' hand on the pistol, put yo' pistols in the air\n  start_ms: 125610\n  end_ms: 125830\n- text: Where my soldiers at?, where my soldiers at?\n  start_ms: 125830\n  end_ms: 126010\n- text: Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  start_ms: 126010\n  end_ms: 126270\n- text: Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  start_ms: 126270\n  end_ms: 126490\n- text: When Bob Dole and Delores Tucker wanna know\n  start_ms: 126490\n  end_ms: 126690\n- text: Where my soldiers at, GO VOTE!\n  start_ms: 126690\n  end_ms: 126890\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 126890\nplain: |-\n  Stand in formation, my motherfuckin' real troopers\n  Let's do it like soldiers - all and together now!\n  Ready? Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready\n  No retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!\n  Do it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uh - YES YES YES\n  Say what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my real thugs, where ya at?!\n  Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer\n  Real thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin' home\n  Do it to 'em, do it to 'em\n  They love the way we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em\n\n  Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme\n  Introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens\n  Got a law for raw niggas, now, playa what it be like?\n  When will niggas see they got us bleedin' with three strikes\n  Can't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this\n  Got these Devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus-pocus\n  And so I learned to earn my currency and over time\n  Affiliated, clearly click a military mind\n  May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox\n  Thugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block\n  My live mind got me survivin' five rounds (shots)\n  My forty-five got me fortified with live rounds\n  When shit's thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits\n  All hail, out on bail, wrath of the 2Pacalypse\n  Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps\n  Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp\n\n  They called us for assignment, one of the squad's finest\n  Skills in guerrilla warfare and blessed with refinement\n  My rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessions\n  Says I'm responsible for black Smif-N-Wessun\n  Putting likkle yout's in a military state of mind\n  Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined\n  Cocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline\n  Test de sound and ye dead same ti-ime\n\n  Man to man, I'm facin' the Devil with a plan\n  Judo stance, first glance, I'm makin' my advance\n  Animal instincts, intelligence of an assassin\n  Masked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack\n  I react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me\n  Never forget the method, stick and move strictly\n  Shit be seemin' like it's closin' in\n  With no regrets I hold position\n  'Cause I suppose I'm one of the chosen men\n\n  Picture being put in a position to move\n  And you can't move 'cause your move is blocked by the knight\n  At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins\n  So I start to focus in, my thoughts on the war\n  'Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by\n  Is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI\n  Why try if ya body lie\n  By the block true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll\n  (This is how we ride)\n\n  Stick and move, time to show 'em how to make a move\n  Or get moved on, let's see who strong\n\n  In the gaze of the strange, where nothing stays the same\n  Where new faces come through with similar game\n  Now who you thought was them, really ain't\n  They catchin' deja vus of the game people play\n  It's a call for readjustment, fine tune yo' position\n  You slippin' and trippin' 'stead of bobbin and dippin'\n  But never let this world of stress get the best of me\n  Takin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai-Chi\n\n  What does it take, to get a break in the world of snakes\n  And dose who fake\n  Elimination I'm facin' destruction\n  Outlawed, so I duck and down, fo'-fo' is bustin', no one to trust in\n  Rushin' to the goal line\n  Catch a nigga beat him treat him like he stole mine\n  No swine I'm a soldier, soldier I control mine\n  Time to, take you, back into time - follow dis here\n\n  One way out, this black hole\n  For this black soul, shit is outta control\n  I'm fightin' for my position to be a fetus in this world I'm enterin'\n  And my face is sentencin' for repentance\n  Before my body was fully formed into a human\n  I was already consumin' weed\n  'Cause my moms used to smoke back in the 70s\n  Maybe that's why in the 90s I drop G's when I drop degrees\n  When I ease across the block with 'Pac\n  Got all y'all niggas shocked\n  You didn't think Boot Camp Clik would link, with a Outlaw mind?\n  If you do you press rewind\n  And you can peep guerrilla tactics in every line\n\n  Yeah, and this is how we do it!\n  Where my real thugs, where they at?\n  Let me, see my real thugs, now where ya at?\n  Won'tcha, see my real thugs, where ya at?\n  Let me, see my real thugs, where ya at now?\n  Where my real thugs, let me see, where ya at?\n  Tell me where my real thugs gots to see, where ya at?\n  Where's my soldiers - where ya at?\n  Where my, real soldiers - where ya at?\n  Where my soldiers at; where ya at, where ya at?\n  Get yo' strap my nigga; where ya at, where ya at?\n  Where my soldiers at; where ya at, what ya at?\n  Getcha, thug niggas where ya at, witcha strap?\n  Where my soldiers at, where my true thug niggas\n  No longer drug dealers 'cause we now, thug niggas\n  Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers\n  'Cause we now, thug niggas, let me, where my\n  Where my soldiers at?, put your pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at?, put yo' guns up\n  Tell me where my soldiers at?, put yo' pistols in the air\n  Where my, SOLDIERS, my true thug ROLLERS\n  Yes, it just doesn't quit, YES!\n  This is that real hip-hop shit YES!\n  Fuck what you heard\n  From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word\n  Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  Put yo' hand on the pistol, put yo' pistols in the air\n  Where my soldiers at?, where my soldiers at?\n  Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at\n  When Bob Dole and Delores Tucker wanna know\n  Where my soldiers at, GO VOTE!\n"}]