2Pac – Military Minds ft Smif-n-Wessun & Buckshot

Multi-Talented rapper, Tupac Shakur join efforts with Smif-n-Wessun and Buckshot to create this amazing song titled “Military Minds”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 08 on his top charting album project called “Better Dayz” was officially released on 26 November 2002.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

[2Pac:]

Stand in formation, my motherfuckin’ real troopers

Let’s do it like soldiers – all and together now!

Ready? Hell yeah, y’all niggas better get ready

No retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker!

Do it to ’em, c’mon never die thuggish, uh – YES YES YES

Say what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?

Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?

Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?

Where my real thugs, where ya at?!

Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer

Real thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin’ home

Do it to ’em, do it to ’em

They love the way we do it to ’em, we do it to ’em

 

[2Pac:]

Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme

Introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens

Got a law for raw niggas, now, playa what it be like?

When will niggas see they got us bleedin’ with three strikes

Can’t seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this

Got these Devils petrified, hidin’ from my hocus-pocus

And so I learned to earn my currency and over time

Affiliated, clearly click a military mind

May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox

Thugged out and drug dealin’, from the womb to the block

My live mind got me survivin’ five rounds (shots)

My forty-five got me fortified with live rounds

When shit’s thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits

All hail, out on bail, wrath of the 2Pacalypse

Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps

Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp

 

[Cocoa Brovaz:]

 

[Tek:]

They called us for assignment, one of the squad’s finest

Skills in guerrilla warfare and blessed with refinement

My rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessions

Says I’m responsible for black Smif-N-Wessun

Putting likkle yout’s in a military state of mind

Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined

Cocoa Brovaz ‘pon de borderline

Test de sound and ye dead same ti-ime

 

[Steele:]

Man to man, I’m facin’ the Devil with a plan

Judo stance, first glance, I’m makin’ my advance

Animal instincts, intelligence of an assassin

Masked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack

I react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me

Never forget the method, stick and move strictly

Shit be seemin’ like it’s closin’ in

With no regrets I hold position

‘Cause I suppose I’m one of the chosen men

 

[Buckshot:]

Picture being put in a position to move

And you can’t move ’cause your move is blocked by the knight

At twelve o’clock, that’s when the madness begins

So I start to focus in, my thoughts on the war

‘Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by

Is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI

Why try if ya body lie

By the block true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll

(This is how we ride)

 

[Boot Camp Clik:]

Stick and move, time to show ’em how to make a move

Or get moved on, let’s see who strong

 

[Cocoa Brovaz:]

 

[Tek:]

In the gaze of the strange, where nothing stays the same

Where new faces come through with similar game

Now who you thought was them, really ain’t

They catchin’ deja vus of the game people play

It’s a call for readjustment, fine tune yo’ position

You slippin’ and trippin’ ‘stead of bobbin and dippin’

But never let this world of stress get the best of me

Takin’ breathin’ techniques, slay you with Tai-Chi

 

[Steele:]

What does it take, to get a break in the world of snakes

And dose who fake

Elimination I’m facin’ destruction

Outlawed, so I duck and down, fo’-fo’ is bustin’, no one to trust in

Rushin’ to the goal line

Catch a nigga beat him treat him like he stole mine

No swine I’m a soldier, soldier I control mine

Time to, take you, back into time – follow dis here

[Buckshot:]

One way out, this black hole

For this black soul, shit is outta control

I’m fightin’ for my position to be a fetus in this world I’m enterin’

And my face is sentencin’ for repentance

Before my body was fully formed into a human

I was already consumin’ weed

‘Cause my moms used to smoke back in the 70s

Maybe that’s why in the 90s I drop G’s when I drop degrees

When I ease across the block with ‘Pac

Got all y’all niggas shocked

You didn’t think Boot Camp Clik would link, with a Outlaw mind?

If you do you press rewind

And you can peep guerrilla tactics in every line

 

[2Pac:]

Yeah, and this is how we do it!

Where my real thugs, where they at?

Let me, see my real thugs, now where ya at?

Won’tcha, see my real thugs, where ya at?

Let me, see my real thugs, where ya at now?

Where my real thugs, let me see, where ya at?

Tell me where my real thugs gots to see, where ya at?

Where’s my soldiers – where ya at?

Where my, real soldiers – where ya at?

Where my soldiers at; where ya at, where ya at?

Get yo’ strap my nigga; where ya at, where ya at?

Where my soldiers at; where ya at, what ya at?

Getcha, thug niggas where ya at, witcha strap?

Where my soldiers at, where my true thug niggas

No longer drug dealers ’cause we now, thug niggas

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

‘Cause we now, thug niggas, let me, where my

Where my soldiers at?, put your pistols in the air

Where my soldiers at?, put yo’ guns up

Tell me where my soldiers at?, put yo’ pistols in the air

Where my, SOLDIERS, my true thug ROLLERS

Yes, it just doesn’t quit, YES!

This is that real hip-hop shit YES!

Fuck what you heard

From the ghetto to the ‘burbs, know we meant, every word

Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at

Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at

Put yo’ hand on the pistol, put yo’ pistols in the air

Where my soldiers at?, where my soldiers at?

Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at

Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at

When Bob Dole and Delores Tucker wanna know

Where my soldiers at, GO VOTE!