Been home about six months now But I still have my doubts Well I'm not sure how I got here Or how I'm gonna get out My mama says I look the same As I did before I left But if she could see inside of me It would scare her to death I can still taste the powder From the barrel of my gun I can hear my sergeant screaming "Run, soldier, run" I can feel the backpack on my shoulders God it weighed a ton And I see death in every single thought They taught me how to put that uniform on I just can't get it off Last Saturday they honored us In a small parade downtown And when they shot off those fireworks I nearly hit the ground And while they smiled and cheered for us All I could do was stare Cause part of me is here at home And part of me is back there I can still taste the powder From the barrel of my gun I can hear my sergeant screaming "Run, soldier, run" I can feel the backpack on my shoulders God it weighed a ton And I see death in every single thought They taught me how to put that uniform on I just can't get it off Yeah there's no end in sight 'Cause even though I'm home now I'm still fighting for my life I can still taste the powder From the barrel of my gun I can hear my sergeant screaming "Run, soldier, run" I can feel the backpack on my shoulders God it weighed a ton And I see death in every single thought They taught me how to put that uniform on I just can't get it off Well the devil's won some battles And he may win some more But don't he know the American soldier Will always win the war

What it is hoe? What's up? Every good girl needs a little thug Every block boy needs a little love If he put it down, Imma pick it up, up, up Can't you see it's just me and you Panoramic view, that's my point of view babe All about me- that's the energy That's that lemon pepper thing I'm a ten-piece baby Bedroom bully in the bando He gonna make it flip Do it with no handles Never switching sides, Only switching angles Oooo we go crazy like Rambo What it is hoe? What's up? Every good girl needs a little thug Every block boy needs a little love If he put it down, Imma pick it up, up, up What it is hoe? What's up? Every good girl needs a little thug Every block boy needs a little love If he put it down, Imma pick it up, up, up Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up in a truck Got it tucked He get it up, like it's stuck All night, I like You ain't gotta say when you know it's onsite She got everything he wanted A nice body, ass fat Behind every gangster, a shawty solid that got his back He know who to come to every time the world handle him bad The one he call first, but still he always put her last I'm pouring out the glass, My body fighting off that gas On smokebox I kill 'em That zaza pack kicking my ass In studio dozing, All I can keep from falling asleep I hate that for you niggas Ain't got no bread, but trying to beef Being black in America is the hardest thing to be Every thug need a little love too, Baby how 'bout me? Told her don't call me a stink Cause I smell like money I'm putting down the greatest baby Hold this here for me I took her from a nigga We vibing two weeks out the country So she had a little situation, But I could tell it ain't 'bout nothing Now me and her rapping bitch She say don't hush me, I say don't rush me And I can tell how much she like a nigga by the way she suck it What it is What it is hoe? What's up? Every good girl needs a little thug Every block boy needs a little love If he put it down, Imma pick it up, up, up What it is hoe? What's up? Every good girl needs a little thug Every block boy needs a little love If he put it down, Imma pick it up, up, up I don't care if you run the streets As long as you're coming home to me I love the way you walk and the way you speak He gonna keep it real That's the deal That's the reason I speed down I put that all on my name Yea, that's an even exchange Stay on your tail We gonna tell 'em We gonna tell 'em What babe What it is hoe? What's up? Every good girl needs a little thug Every block boy needs a little love If he put it down, Imma pick it up, up, up What it is hoe? What's up? Every good girl needs a little thug Every block boy needs a little love If he put it down, Imma pick it up, up, up Back it up and do-do it like that, yea Back it up and do it like that, yea Back it up, back it and do it like that, yea Back it up, go on do it like that, yea Ay what it is? Ay what's up? J White did it More hits on the way yeah We need a little love You know what I mean? Ride out, woah