- published: 29 Jan 2014
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The Assyrian people, most commonly known as Assyrians and other later names, such as: Chaldeans, Syrians, Syriacs (see names of Syriac Christians), are a distinct ethnic group whose origins lie in ancient Mesopotamia. They are Eastern Aramaic speaking Semites who trace their ancestry back to the Sumero-Akkadian civilisation that emerged in Mesopotamia circa 4000- 3500 BC, and in particular to the northern region of the Akkadian lands, which would become known as Assyria by the 24th Century BC. The Assyrian nation existed as an independent state, and often a powerful empire, from the 24th century BC until the end of the 7th century BC.
Today that ancient territory is part of several nations; Assyria remained a Geo-political entity after its fall, and was ruled as an occupied province under the rule of various empires from the late 7th century BC until the mid 7th century AD when it was dissolved, and the Assyrian people have gradually become a minority in their homelands since that time. They are indigenous to, and have traditionally lived all over what is now Iraq, north east Syria, north west Iran, and Southeastern Turkey. They are predominantly Christian.
[Verse 1: Krayzie]
We the orginal criminals, therefore they'll be no replications
or second guessin'
The nation thug invasion got these suckas shakin'
You been waitin' and anticipatin' the makin' and the arrival
of my thug congregation, just call 'em Desperado
It aint hard to spot us, either follow the trials of the
hollow shells, as well as the rotten smell of body cells
How many you niggas is ready to get down and dirty?
watch me spit rounds like a 30-30..word up!
Or you can just put on the instrumental and let a nigga run
It'll be like givin me a gun cuz imma kill everybody 'cause
they know I can fuck with the tongue
I come at the end, explicit, elicit wicked call me Mr..Sawed
off will hit cha
I take time out to beat this shit up, get up
Feel us it's the real niggas
The soldier field niggas, roll in control niggas
and we roll wit cold killers
So you better back up off us 'fore we blast you off us
And if you think we jokin' you'll be laughin' in a coffin
(coffin... coffin...)
[Chorus: Layzie]
You say you work for a couple million dogg (nigga I aint
impressed)
You keep your soilders in the field (nigga I aint impressed)
A gang of bitches that'll ride real (I ain't impressed)
This 40-cal will make ya life still (die in ya vest)
[Verse 2: Layzie]
See... ya'll the type of niggas that fuck up the party as soon
as you get too drunk
We the type of niggas that chill in the club, ready to get 'em
They don't even bring 'em my way, they know it's a fuckin'
hustle
Im strapped up like seat buckles, Im backed up by these
muscles, I seen struggle
A lot of these niggas that say they love you, but better feed
the puzzle
Them same niggas that bring you trouble
We can rumble in this concrete jungle feelin' the thunder
shake the ground
Better watch out for the ricochet, that boomerangs that laid
it down
Don't you love it when they move chains (chains)
Nigga was talkin' all flackered and cocky like it was a gon'
do thangs (do thangs)
Shoulda been watchin' the news mayn (news mayn)
'Cause deep in the ghetto even a nigga wet up cause that's the
rules mayn
T-shirt and your shoe stained, And other slangin' in the drug
game
Thug game, rap game, We all up under attack mayn
Operation 'Paper stack', mess with the that and you'll get
split