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Better strap up your boots |
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Before they start to shoot |
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Let's do it for the troops |
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It's Young Money salute |
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It's Young Money salute |
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Yeah, uh, so sick wit' the flow |
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Yeah, ya cowboys know that Lil' Twist |
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Been a pro way before Romo no T.O. |
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No wetting cowboys to a piston |
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A.I., no Wallace, your kids getting demolished |
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I'm booking on your suckers like I'm just leaving college |
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But smart, very smart, too smart for ya knowledge |
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Too smart once more, Wayne called me a genius |
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It's YME nothin' gets in between us |
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Tell Wayne I'm going in like somebody 'bout to bury me |
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In this rap game nobody could ever bury me |
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That's why you see me on stage rocking wit' Young Money |
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I told my team I got us man it's all on me |
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Like volume two, B.G., I got my crew with me |
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Twist, Mack, Millz, Gudda and my baby, Nicki |
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Every time I'm on the track it's ransom |
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Can't find 'em like us anymore, it's random |
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When Young Money come through you better salute us |
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Better strap up your boots before they start to shoot |
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Let's do it for the troops, it's Young Money salute |
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It's Young Money salute, it's Young Money salute |
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It's Young Money salute, it's Young Money salute |
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The salute, the salute |
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Hey yo, I solemnly swear if it ever go down |
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You ain't never gotta call me 'cause I'ma be there |
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Let's get to the point like elbows |
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My crew harder than Shelltoes |
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Strapped like Velcro and this we running, hell, no |
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And truthfully, aiming for number one oh do we |
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You ask why I reply 'cause nobody remember two or three |
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Cross YM and the hem will make a movie |
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We all that we can be, respect the army and salute we |
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Yeah, Young Money army, we marching |
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We coming forward, no warning |
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We got these boys running like Forest |
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So salute me like a general, first place, never last |
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Always on top and I'm a chief like a Seminole |
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Got the game in a strangle hold no letting up |
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You can get the top, ya can pop like 7 Up |
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Knock, knock, let us up, Young Money applaud me |
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And we'll take the game out your hands like a joystick |
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I'ma need my badges and my ribbons |
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Maybe it will make up for everything that I wasn't given |
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Everything that I've given, I swear I'll never give in |
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Just look at what I've been in and this is just the beginning |
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I d-d-do it 'cause I did it for my ballerina girls |
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Blowing kisses to the soldiers I am Marilyn Monroe |
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But we shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, camouflage me |
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'Cause Young Money is the navy, better yet the army |
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Better strap up your boots before they start to shoot |
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Let's do it for the troops, it's Young Money salute |
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It's Young Money salute, it's Young Money salute |
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It's Young Money salute, it's Young Money salute |
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The salute, the salute |
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Commander-in-chief |
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One hand on the world, one hand on the brief |
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I stand on the world, bitch, I stand on the peak |
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Of the game and the girls, and the guap, now that's G |
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Don't ask me about shit but money |
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Fucking right, my money long, I got that 10 foot money |
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I get it fast when I get to the money |
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When I walk, it sound like 10 foots running |
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I meant feet, I'm in deep like wet pussy |
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I'm a purple heart proven war vet' rookie |
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You can't even sit next to me |
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Now bring money or death to me, or don't step to me |
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Now don't step nigga, march with me |
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To the steps of the court building like ain't we God's children? |
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I know at all times gods feel me |
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So I play my part until the war, kill me, salute or shoot, nigga |
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Better strap up your boots before they start to shoot |
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Let's do it for the troops, it's Young Money salute |
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It's Young Money salute, it's Young Money salute |
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It's Young Money salute, it's Young Money salute |
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The salute, the salute |