A Few Good Men Lyrics

A Few Good Men lyrics

Verse 1

Strap up the boots, I’m ready to shoot, load the ammo, Bone
Soprano wit glocks and green camo, I play rappers like they grand pianos, a
general, call shots like I’m Joe Bonanno, what, The West is back, sep this dude
aint black, he Latino dogg and rock Gringos, Black, Indians, Palestinians, and
Phillipinos, and cash money like Vegas casinos, I’m armed and ready, palms is
sweaty, kinda like Em, sep I got a sharp machete, and I’m quick to toss wack
rappers of a levy, words is heavy, kinda like a 6-4 Chevy, uh, Hip-Hop will
never be the same, It’s time for change, I’m bout to rearrange the game, ready
to fight back, so when they say who’s that, tell em It’s just the king of the
conscious rap. 



Hook:

See all we need is just a few good
men,

'cause aint to many left like Bone and Mack 10,

we know
nobody's perfect, so repent for ya sins,

so ya better get it straight,
'cause he's coming again,

(Whisper) He's watching  





Verse 2 - Mack 10:

I got the hood on smash homey

And though I'm
ballin full throttle

I'll never run outta gas homey

I'm so fly as
the days go by I'm better

So I dump re-up and keep getting more
cheddar

You know what it do

Mack 10 a savage

Got hustle in my
veins so I fiend for the cabbage

Fresh baller to the end

Tell a
friend and a neighbor

Aint that I got so much flavor

It's that I
got so much favor

I'm like Pac I get's down, against all odds

And
you don't wanna go to war with a child of God

So if you see me in a six
four

tuck ya pistol

Plus it's on if ya miss

So be careful
what ya wish for

A rhyme sayer wit respect like the mayor

Plus your
arms is to short to box wit God playa

See I'm all for Jesus but I'm
nuthing like Mase

I'm to ghetto and gutter

But I'm covered in his
grace, yea!