Polo G - Battle Cry (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Polo G - Battle Cry (en) Lyrics
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I know these niggas never been a hunnid,
they let that fame switch 'em
Did all that preachin' 'bout bein'
solid then you changed, nigga
I'm from that 1300 block,
I'm still the same nigga
They know how I bleed, swear that
shit up in my veins, nigga
I look my brother in his eyes,
I seen the pain in him
Boy, I won't play ya, I go to
war about my gang members
I was in the trenches slidin'
with them grave diggas
Choppa showers, he gon' fall,
once that rain hit him
Addicted to this ecstasy,
I like how it feel
It's like I been poppin' X
ever since I tried a pill
Shit got me through some hard times,
I lost my mind for real
Lotta shit happened way too fast,
I ain't have time to heal
Ed was gon' make it on that court
but he died on the field
I was still hangin' in the hood
before I signed a deal
Posted on Hudson, jakes ridin'
past, I had my .9 concealed
Hotnem do no talking, they just spark
shit when it's time to drill
Lil Stank so reckless, he ride
fast when he behind the wheel
My shorty's hot, keep bending blocks,
they gon' slide with the steel
We lost some soldiers in that war
so they been tryin' to kill
I be dolo with my ice on,
I been tryin' to chill
Ain't no playin' both sides
over here, please make
yo' mind up and choose
Bitches chilling and then
they sneak-dissin', I think
they sorta confused
Please stop runnin' yo' mouth, that's
how brothers go missin' and
niggas get put on the news
You goin' through it, you losin'
it, huh, my shorties eager
to tighten your screws
Them blickys go off like alarms, but
you ain't wakin' up if you snooze
Niggas be clowns, puttin' on
shows for the media, I don't
give a shit 'bout a muse
I won't forget 'bout that list
that you sent, we gon' get
you for frontin' yo move
My shootas some hell-raisers, come
through poppin' bronze, they don't
give a fuck ' bout the rules
I played the block, went on
them juugs by my lonely, I
had the 4-0 up in school
Fightin' anxiety so I kept spendin'
my last on all the drugs I abuse
Down on my ass, they ain't give
a fuck about me, I felt like
I ain't have nothin' to loose
Now I'm in my bag, just tryna
run up these millis 'cause I
ain't got nothin' to prove
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