Protect Your Soul

It’s not that complicated
But you gonna need a bullet proof soul
I know the, end-be, fore the, story’s been told
It’s not that complicated
But you gonna need a bullet proof soul
I’m in love wit' the choppa, bitch I’m in love wit' the war
Ain’t no commas in poles, just steady shots through the door
Just a young nigga infatuated with stoves and pots
Was involved wit' revolvers, put 2−3 holes in his knot
Late night when the air cold the cover come hot
F-O-A-M, KTVU to see which psycho was shot
You see these suckas be runnin' their mouth
And doin' all the shit when I’m not
I slide up when they least expect it cock it back and just rock
You see unlike most of these suckas I was born in the MOB
Participating in war and sellin' coke was a job, bitch
So make way, as I unload the AK on yo' face
And 10,000 under the hood for a high-speed chase
Like that, loked out, on a murder tip
Fat round from the 5, somethin' to put ya whole family on the front bitch
Eliminating all that ho shit and punk shit
Flowers and fried chicken for them suckas my choppa hit
I know the, end-be, fore the, story’s been told
It’s not that complicated
But you gonna need a bullet proof soul
All them comments is evidence, the talk is irrelevant
Bullets beat up his chest like he was trampled by elephants
They came out the cuts, two loaded poles and a chop
Blue flame torchin' ya skin and digging holes in his knot
Fuck all that bluffin' bitch you know we move in silence
Promote peace, commit violence, closed casket from comments
Shed shots, make 'em vomit, shoulda stayed silent
Now his brains touch the sky with the birds and the pilot
Then they done went from his initials, out of orchids and violence
People on the front bitch, screamin' stop the violence
But he was gang bangin', now his brain hangin'
Yo' family is same how you died over nonsense
Ay cold missiles back to back when I clap over the gate in all black
And knock the got damn pasta out the back in the act
Look in the mirror bitch you almost at ya death day
The long clip in dat A' choppa, take ya breath away
I know the, end-be, fore the, story’s been told
It’s not that complicated
But you gonna need a bullet proof soul