[Chorus: Jesse Howard & Nu Breed]
My poppa told me: "Son
This country wasn't fought for by men who run
So get your rifle and get your gun
And tell them all this when they come:
Don't tread on me (Come on, come on)
Don't tread on me (Say it again)
Don't tread on me (Yeah, yeah)
Don't tread on me (Don't tread on me)"
[Verse 1: Nu Breed]
Have mercy on their souls, for the ones who trespass against us
When they come to take our guns and get lit up like it's Christmas
Hellfire through the homeland, Lord, we're begging, please
How much blood are we gon' bleed until they finally set us free?
I'm just a broke man from the bottom (Come on), but I refuse to be quite
They gon' have to lock me away or put me inside a mental asylum
To this day, I hear them sirens (Come on), I know it's coming ahead
I just pray for the ones I love and thank you God for my daily bread (Amen)
So hate it or love it, it's coming for sure, loaded and cocky, get ready for war
My granny, my poppa, they're passing the torch, only big dogs hopping off the porch
With shotguns and thick skin, when the time comes, either sink or swim
Never bow down, we rise up, it's in our blood, we play to win
[Chorus: Jesse Howard & Nu Breed]
My poppa told me: "Son
This country wasn't fought for by men who run
So get your rifle and get your gun
And tell them all this when they come:
Don't tread on me (Come on, come on)
Don't tread on me (Say it again)
Don't tread on me (Yeah, yeah)
Don't tread on me (Don't tread on me)"
My poppa told me: "Son
This country wasn't fought for by men who run
So get your rifle and get your gun
And tell them all this when they come:
Don't tread on me (Come on, come on)
Don't tread on me (Say it again)
Don't tread on me (Yeah, yeah)
Don't tread on me (Don't tread on me)"
[Verse 1: Nu Breed]
Have mercy on their souls, for the ones who trespass against us
When they come to take our guns and get lit up like it's Christmas
Hellfire through the homeland, Lord, we're begging, please
How much blood are we gon' bleed until they finally set us free?
I'm just a broke man from the bottom (Come on), but I refuse to be quite
They gon' have to lock me away or put me inside a mental asylum
To this day, I hear them sirens (Come on), I know it's coming ahead
I just pray for the ones I love and thank you God for my daily bread (Amen)
So hate it or love it, it's coming for sure, loaded and cocky, get ready for war
My granny, my poppa, they're passing the torch, only big dogs hopping off the porch
With shotguns and thick skin, when the time comes, either sink or swim
Never bow down, we rise up, it's in our blood, we play to win
[Chorus: Jesse Howard & Nu Breed]
My poppa told me: "Son
This country wasn't fought for by men who run
So get your rifle and get your gun
And tell them all this when they come:
Don't tread on me (Come on, come on)
Don't tread on me (Say it again)
Don't tread on me (Yeah, yeah)
Don't tread on me (Don't tread on me)"
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