[Intro: AP. 9]
Yeah, better feel me man
Ghetto turned me
It's how we livin' military mind state
Military mind state n***a (Sup man)
[?]
AP. 9 boy
Was born this way, was born this way don't [?]
The feds really care..
Yo

[Verse 1: AP. 9]
They say I'm associated with [?] shooters and lex lugers
Benzes and Cadillac coupe's we livin' proof
I ain't never been a party wrecker (Nah)
The partys fucked when I stepped in with the thugs
Off the drugs we all nuts, don't nobody fuck with us (Nah)
You best trust, I lust for death and I demand my respect
I suggest the cops give it up, or catch a hot one
I'm plottin' on my safety and I can't let the feds tempt me
Think they get me to the precinct, i figure they gon' hurt me
That's why my attorney took a long journey they ghetto turned me
To a militant, a military mind state
Inner city city boy, the cemetery can't wait to have another body trapped up, off in his birdy mugs
I'll die with a dirty gun, and I'll ride 'till the war is won
The lord'll come, the good die young (Yeah)
The bad live fast, the strong got a grasp and the weak won't last
[Chorus: AP. 9]
The ghetto turned me (Turned me) To a militant (To a militant)
A military mind state remaining innocent (Innocent)
N***as get shot in the face for nothin', don't push my button (Button)
I'm on another page, livin' up in these last days
The ghetto turned me to a militant
A military mind state remaining innocent
N***as get shot in the face for nothin', don't push my button
I'm on another page, livin' up in these last days

[Verse 2: AP. 9]
Imagines this, Imagine gettin' shot in yo' head, imagine life
Imagine gettin' got for yo' bread, imagine life without your knife N***as get sliced in the face on ghetto Christ, givin' life
To these young bucks from the projects to the bed bugs
My led buck, hollow hot shots, I got my top
And if a n***a try to plot then we chop chop up off the block
'Cause it's street wars (Street war) Something like C-4 (C-4)
Blow the door up off yo range rove, I do my dirt in plain clothes
My pain goes from here to my heart, my n***as ain't marks (Nah)
We part b-dubs and stay to fuck up all the clubs
It's a thug thang (Thug thang) Slug game (Slug game)
We serve 'caine through the planes and through the trains we do the damn thing
It's the bay mayn. the murderin' methods you gotta accept it
My murderin' weapon is what I'm wreckin' n***a neglect it
And you fucked (Fucked) Out of luck with three strikes
It seems like my life ain't nothin' what it seems like
[Chorus: AP. 9]
The ghetto turned me into a militant
A military mind state remaining innocent
N***as get shot in the face for nothin', don't push my button
I'm on another page, livin' up in these last days
The ghetto turned me to a militant
A military mind state remaining innocent
N***as get shot in the face for nothin', don't push my button
I'm on another page, livin' up in these last days

[Verse 3: Yukmouth]
Bitch! I'm the first n***a on the block from the first to the third
With chopped up rocks to serve, bitch I just purchased the birds
Yes sir! On the fuckin' block where the worst can occur
The cops swerve on the curb and all the workers get searched
And fuck the cops I kick rocks, I ain't about to get searched
I'm dirty, what's under my shirt'll make ya drop in the dirt
Yes sir! Mr. Officer I'm hittin' them gates
Right after I spit in his face, for sittin' there get in my case
So I pray like Shyne when he shot that bitch in the face
Tryna hit the escape, Yukmouth that n***a you hate
Yuk worse than the KKK but still I'm gettin' them cakes
Every day I fuck with models your main bitch is a H
Every day I fuck with gangsters you n***as is fake
Every day at least twenty kilo's ship to ya state
Every day the Y-U-K-M-O-U crucifix H
Stack cash, sling big weight, the ghetto made me this way
I'm turned out n***a