click clack 3 (the final soldiers)

uh yeah kill em bust em up yeah, if you ain't want no smoke then start the fire alarm and run away, I just got my ak47 cleaned yesterday, life gone be good but sometimes bad, cuz some of yall gone and up in my trash bag with a whole lotta blue flags, blue beamers on sight with the red dot aimer, shooting these haters with a surprise yep they in danger, my big brother lil jay we be going hard, we thugging and we famous rappers guess we shooting stars, when I wanna think about life I got no time, I guess when I'm done my endings at a starting and a finishing line, running through all this pain like the Olympics, my DJ need a doctor cuz my flow got him sick, when I'm passing by the block I aim where the opp spine at, this nigga got 12 caliber like toy r us is where he found that,