Hey! Hut! Right shoulder!
Forward! One!
Lift your head up! Two!
Throw your swords back!
Yo, I ain't going!
I thought for a minute,
this could be a doozy
Ruling things in the woods with my Uzi
But then again, I might get killed
Slam the door in their face,
went in my room and chilled
They were banging on my door,
waking all of
I thought, why walk in the woods
when I can drive in my Ben z?
Hey yo, why go to war
with my arm on my feet?
It's a war every day,
soon as I walk in the street
You see, Queens is basic training,
Manhattan lost before The Bronx,
I lied, but Brooklyn's hardcore war
I ain't gonna risk it, that's
right, that's what I said
Why sleep in somebody's ditch
when I can sleep in my bed?
Because Bush is getting old,
war is coming soon
And I'ma tell you I ain't going
cause I seen platoon I ain't gone
Why, who, did God yawn?
Why, who, did God yawn?
Now here I am in a line,
stripped of my drawers
With ten other brothers,
pissed because they cut my hair to a ball
Yo, I was fed, you'd think I was pinched,
you should've seen this dread
Breaking, swearing, yelling,
y 'all are dead meat
Kicking MPs with them old soccer feet
I was totally through,
about to leave the scene
But they persuaded me,
stay with the M16
While they was calling out names,
I tried to front and cheat
Took a hammer,
tried to give myself flat feet
But it didn't work
The pain kept me complaining
I insisted I ain't going
They demanded basic training
The soldier called me boy
At the firing range
Until I aimed at him
And that remark kinda changed
Four o the next morning
He was peppy and purdy
I said, man, I ain't going
He said, Private, give me thirty
Walk, hook, the guard's gone
I ain't going
Walk, hook, the guard's taken
Now I got on this green camouflage suit
In the middle of a war
Ready to shoot
Ayo, you can call me a coward,
but this is suicide
A helicopter, I'ma slide to glide
As I'm flying over trees,
I can hear the sound of guns
Tryna shoot me down,
I never flew a plane before
I thought I would die, so I landed that sucker
In bed, stopped like a terrorist
But nobody cared,
they had a shootout on the corner
I was real scared,
I shoulda stayed in the army
This is insane, nah
Then I hopped on the train,
got to the crib
Changed my clothes,
it was well after dawn
Looked out the window,
then I put my suit back on
Kissed my lady and my son
and jetted out the door
Before I ran I left a note,
you know who it's for
It read, Disco to you, and anyone else
If you want me to fight,
come get me yourself
Cause I've been here,
chilled, without you
Knowing I'mma slam my man, bust this
I ain't going 1, 2, 4, go
I ain't going 1, 2, 3, 4, go
I just ain't going 1, 2, 3, go 1, go
H .I .D. once said,
They wanted me for they only or whatever
Pitching me, giving a damn,
I said never
You know why I said I ain't going
I'm seeing Apocalypse
Now Hamburger Hill
Full Metal Jacket Platoon
I kinda like Brooklyn, I ain't going
I'm kinda al lergic to bullets
I didn't want to do it
They busted me.
I was on the field,
busting up the chipperoe.
I don't even know
what the chipperoe is.
But I hear them saying off
in the distance,
there's a couple of hopping
and a skipping.
I ain't going.