Art Of Fighters - Bitcrusher

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My soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
My soldiers, live soldiers, ready to die
My soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
Ready to ride
My soldiers ready to die
Ready to ride
My soldiers ready to die
Ready to ride
Really though, DP’z gon' let you know
Ready to ride
Ready to die
Ready to ride
My soldiers ready to die
Ready to ride
Ready to die
Ready to ride
Really though, DP’z gon' let you know
Hip (what), hop (what)
Ready to die
Hip (what), hop (what)
-chips, finna pack them clips (Woah)
Everybody know we headed for the whoa, fo sho
Everything must change nothing remains the same
The same
-chips, finna pack them clips (Woah)
One thing 'bout music, when it’s real they get scared
Got us slavin' for the welfare
Aint no food, clothes, or healthcare
Boy
Hip (what), hop (what)
Ready to die
Hip (what), hop (what)
-chips, finna pack them clips (Woah)
Hip (what), hop (what)
Ready to ride, my soldiers ready to die
Hip (what), hop (what)
Ready to die
Hip (what), hop (what)
-chips, finna pack them clips (Woah)
Hop
One thing 'bout music
One thing 'bout music, when it’s real they get scared
One thing 'bout music
Really though, DP’z gon' let you know
One thing 'bout music
One thing 'bout music, when it’s real they get
One thing 'bout music
-chips, finna pack them clips (Woah)
-chips, finna pack them clips (Woah)