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U.S.D.A. lyrics : "Respect Da Shield"


Haha!
You ^!$$%s wann' play, mayn?

You ^!$$%s wann' war?
We'll take you to war!
Dis tha shield mayn!

C-T-E mayn!
You dunno whatchu $#&@in' with! (Fa Real)



You ^!$$%s wanna play? - We got somethin' hot for ya
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for ya (Brrraa)

USDA (Aye!), Respect Da Shield!
USDA (Aye!), Respect Da Shield!
You ^!$$%s wanna play? - We got somethin' hot for ya

Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for ya
USDA (Aye!), Respect Da Shield!
USDA (Aye!), Respect Da Shield!



It's da shield, who wann' problems with da 4 letters (Who?)

Thunder storm, on ya block give ya bad weather (Hahaa)
All black hoodie, all black gloves leather (Leather)
MossBerg hitcha chest, lift ya like a feather (Suckas!)

And I keep a clique of young troop's firen' (Brrraa)
Bustin' at cha $$# like them boys in Blood Diamond (Blood Diamond)
Grimy with it, but da boys stay shine (Sheeh!)

Baby choppa' arm put a jacket it in the line (Talk to em')
You gon' bump and I knock off ya face (Brra)
Witout the clippers ^!$$%, you can get a fresh fade (Okaay)

You loose-lipped ^!$$%s finna get buttoned up (Up)
The Shield's here ^!$$%, time to straighten up (Fa Real)







I'm a leave a man in an abandoned buildin', screamin' for The Lord
No feet no hands and includin' a broken jaw (Yup!)

Dress ya like a rapper so you don't feel left out
In the same shirt boy dat got Kanye's chest out (Woo)
No goofy for the oozi, the semi-auto to mac 11

A.K. 47 leave his brains on the front yard
Infront of his daughter, his son no his grandpa
Hommies in the street deep, lookin' like a Trump squad

I'm a kill 'em, just gimme a clip
I got blue everywhere, like it's revenge of The Crips
Holes in ya body the size of a Bellagio chips

Yeah Roccett-Locs burner, boy as hot as it gets (Wuh)





Gimme everythang ^!$$% dis the 2-11

Run upon 'em, pull the pistol out my .87 (Cla-Clack!)
Blood money, yeah we cashin' out mills (Okayye!)
Disrespect The Shield and get killed (Chyeah!)

Nah, it ain't a game dog, it's real in the field (Aye!)
X amount of shells pop-a-^!$$% like a pill
Top down on the old' school 'Ville

Chrome hundred spokes on the motha$#&@in' wheels
Trapstar, I got work in the area (In the area!)
United Streets D-Boyz of America (U-S-D-Ayy!)

Betcha life dat da MossBerg'll burry ya (Burry ya!)
They gone have to call a coroner to carry ya (Hahaa)







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