Verse - Honor lyrics

Yo, you think you're a warrior? You know I die for honor. Uh I'm a warrior man Leaving bodies on the floor where they stand Cause Shambhala is the law of the land Keep my body with Nuabian brands, it's tattoos Thinking you can see me is nutty like cash shoes I'm on another level with money cause cash rules Everything around me went bloody, I'm mad cool My female friends are more than f** buddies, but that too Cla**y like Alicia and soulful like Badu Respect is past due but I'm a take it by force I'm a warrior, guess I got a pa**ion for wars Of course I could whip your a** like Bruce Lee did Chuck Norris But it's cleaner to be coarse than leave you bleeding from your sores Got a thing for the .44 caliber dawg And every 200 yards pimp, my vision is raw Not religion but the glory is God's My persona is fame, inside the love of the all We call it Honor, I'm a warrior [Chorus] I got to ride for Honor [Verse] You know I die for Honor [Blaze] [4X] Behold my leverage He holds the medicine Honor, yea, to my soul my heritage On the block where n***as hold barettas kid Hustling, 'til this rap sh** blows like terrorists A warrior stuck in this old experiment Box projects and them lonely tenements Blunt smoke mixed with the coldest beverage Helps to deal with this life cause its cold as Everest Went from black power, us holding a leather fist To white powder exchanged with an open hand It's like tug of war, pulling with the rope in hand Tryna keep behind the line of d**h, damn I hope I can My n***as yelling what's good when I'm back And Brooklyn's wondering what's good with the rap So I tell them that I did all I could on this track And when it rains, no umbrella, I got the hood on my back Cause I'm a warrior [Chorus] [4X] I'm a warrior man I'm always down to ride for my clan Cause Shambhala is the law of the land I'm the Sheppard, we don't sacrifice lamb, that's black sheep Nor do we hit our women cause damnit that's pa**ed weak But if b**hes think they hard they can get it with tagged feet It's a jungle motherf**er, I'm letting the mack speak I don't want to leave nobody deceased, but I will sh** gets hot when you talk about heat, n***a chill But I still get a thrill from the freaks, what I feel With their humping like the fire for me, dollar bills You can find your boy running the streets, Oxon Hill To Southeast when I'm down in D.C., leave them k**ed Think I'm ill many say that I'm sick, I'm profound Keep it real dawg, I handle my sh**, hold it down With the sk**s b**hes stay on my dick, the p**y pounds And I still live for Honor it's part of wearing a crown I'm a warrior...