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(feat. Blaze) Yo, you think you're a warrior? You know I die for honor. Uh I'm a warrior man Leaving bodies on the floor where they stand Cause Shambhala is the law of the land Keep my body with Nuabian brands, it's tattoos Thinking you can see me is nutty like cash shoes I'm on another level with money cause cash rules Everything around me went bloody, I'm mad cool My female friends are more than fuck buddies, but that too Classy like Alicia and soulful like Badu Respect is past due but I'm a take it by force I'm a warrior, guess I got a passion for wars Of course I could whip your ass like Bruce Lee did Chuck Norris But it's cleaner to be coarse than leave you bleeding from your sores Got a thing for the .44 caliber dawg And every 200 yards pimp, my vision is raw Not religion but the glory is God's My persona is fame, inside the love of the all We call it Honor, I'm a warrior [Chorus] Songtexte[Verse] I got to ride for Honor [Blaze] You know I die for Honor [x4] Behold my leverage He holds the medicine Honor, yea, to my soul my heritage On the block where niggaz hold barettas kid Hustling, 'til this rap shit blows like terrorists A warrior stuck in this old experiment Box projects and them lonely tenements Blunt smoke mixed with the coldest beverage Helps to deal with this life cause its cold as Everest Went from black power, us holding a leather fist To white powder exchanged with an open hand It's like tug of war, pulling with the rope in hand Tryna keep behind the line of death, damn I hope I can My niggaz yelling what's good when I'm back And Brooklyn's wondering what's good with the rap So I tell them that I did all I could on this track And when it rains, no umbrella, I got the hood on my back Cause I'm a warrior [Chorus x4] I'm a warrior man I'm always down to ride for my clan Cause Shambhala is the law of the land I'm the Sheppard, we don't sacrifice lamb, that's black sheep Nor do we hit our women cause damnit that's passed weak But if bitches think they hard they can get it with tagged feet It's a jungle motherfucker, I'm letting the mack speak I don't want to leave nobody deceased, but I will Shit gets hot when you talk about heat, nigga chill But I still get a thrill from the freaks, what I feel With their humping like the fire for me, dollar bills You can find your boy running the streets, Oxon Hill To Southeast when I'm down in D.C., leave them killed Think I'm ill many say that I'm sick, I'm profound Keep it real dawg, I handle my shit, hold it down With the skills bitches stay on my dick, the pussy pounds And I still live for Honor it's part of wearing a crown I'm a warrior... Aus Songtexte Mania