Queen Pen - My Melody (текст песни)
[intro]
uh, it′s all for you, my melody boo
this lovin′ is all for you, break it down, how you feel about this
[verse 1]
reminiscing to back in our beginning
sweet politicing in the heart of the village
we slid digits on low, exchanged a couple of ′hellos′
as you slid out the door
i remember clearly makein′ moves up the steps we made eye contact
it was his gleam that brought me back, ligit
how we met on some real ghetto star shit
mad chicks on my melody′s dick
see he got this kinda grace about himself
dealin′ with fast life all flooded up with wealth
so for him, cuties just be comin′ like a dime a dozen
smooth talkin′ brothers always get easy fuckin′
but i ain′t mad, at all of his cutie head lovin′
and all his playin hard to get was worth tryin′ to get my lovin
he′s got personality for days
the kinda melody others bad talkin′ many ways
the kinda beat that always stays paid, my special kinda boo who always
appreciates gettin′ laid
my melody...
[sung]
just the way. i wanna be loved
yeah...
[verse 2]
true, we been together from the very beginning
since blocks be turned into states, baguettes be turned into cakes
so he be knowin′ how i′m down by law
plus his knowledge himself be havin′ his mentality bore
he gets first bids when i′m blowin′ in from tour
his sex is respected behind closed doors
listen, he the bomb, i can′t tell you different
it′s a fact how he mistify me like kaiser sosack
uh, it feels good to know how others wish they could be loved
in the clubs bitches screwin′ up their mugs because
they envious to how my boo is true to this
gold diggin′ bitches always be disputing shit
that don′t even concern them, i′m learnin′
the next chick that try to make your melody a b-track
but true, he be bigger than that
my boo be realisin′ that his wifey′ll always have his back, uh
...check out my melody...
[sung]
cause you love me baby....
just the way i wanna be loved,
yeah...
[verse 3]
communication be never a mess
coz he be keepin′ street conflict away from this relationship
he′s got a mind of his own
he′s a leader, not scared to be a dreamer, my black man digger
and i be down till the day that i die, loyalty bonafied
so how ask why i, dedicated all my love to his cause
financially lock him down, hide his monies from the law ′coz
no matter what my melody be′s a good man
no m,atter how he ran on the actions of his plan and
i be down till the day that i die
loyalty bonafied, my melody and i... uh
[sung]
′coz you love me baby,
just the way i wanna be loved,
yeah... it′s so nice lyin′ here in you arms
your personality has that charm
′coz you love me baby,
just the way i wanna be loved,
oooh i could stay here for the rest of my life
i wanna be your lover, wanna maybe you wife
′coz you love me baby,
just the way i wanna be loved,
yeah... yeah... you love me baby...
(c) queen pen
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Текст песни:
[Chorus: x3]
I shouldn′t loved him
I shouldn′t wanted him
I shouldn′t trust him
No I shouldn′t fucked him
Now here I am carryin his seed
That makes two for him and a fourth for me
[Verse 1]
Sometimes I′m wreckin my brain, tryna to figure out
How we can come to this, how we even came about
We never took the time to measure the proper amounts
Or beef we would cause of sneakin around
If my brother even knew shit he′d proably flip out
And up until tonight we never had doubts
Remeber the first time that you slept over my house?
We made love to Donnell Jones, damn we so foul
But now its been a year from that day today
We still meet in the cut I can′t live this way
Can′t be no more us, fuck you feelin lame
What about me feelin loved, is sex all that its worth?
When it comes to us, I know that you love me
Its deeper then a nut, I know that you care for me
Its deeper then a nut
[Chorus: x3]
[Verse 2]
You keep blamin it on him clamin him as a friend
Talkin about you and that nigga is tight like brothers
Fuck him, and I can put that on my life
So what he my baby daddy he don′t do his child right
Tryna to explain I got tears in my eyes
This lump in my throat tryna hold back my cries
You talkin about me and ya booze ain′t wise
Me and you has a cup Queen it just ain′t right
You said it could never be yo niggas B.D. a wife
Tell me how would it look to the rest of my crew
You fuckin wit me Queen thats just bad news
I′m breakin rules but we just can′t stop
I said we in too deep I′m not killin ya seed
I say we in too deep nigga I′m keepin my seed
[Chorus: x3]
[Verse 3]
It really broke my heart to see you pushin that whip
When you couldn′t even cop a new coat for yo kid
It really broke my heart when you cocked backed on me
When I was six months pregnant still beatin on me
It really fucked me up how you put me in debt
Fuckin up QPs dollars and sense
To think I catch your doughs and your whiz in my crib
Jeporadize a lively hood on me and my kids
And which one of those seeds belong to you
God would′ve been better of makin a cat or a baboon instead of you
Nigga I mean you ain′t worth shit
A man that don′t take care of his kids ain′t worth lint
Now here I am I′m in love wit yo friend
And the only thing standin in the way is you bitch!
I cursed the day I ever even accepted your dick
Your daughters father don′t know you
Tell her yo father is yo friend, bitch
[Chorus: x3]
@ Queen Pen
Текст песни:
Yeah, so I guess by the time you get this kite, I′ll be ghost, right?
Yup, check it
[Verse 1]
For too many years, I had yo back
And for too many years, you gave me slack
Tell me, what did you think
That I was a idiot?
Or, how many years you thought i′d take yo shit
I′m out, I′m leavin you wit the whips and the cribs
In exchange for the kids, and my happiness
Ghetto divorce, how real is this?
And oh yeah, tell you side bitch she _In Like Flint_
I left enough food to last until the weekends
And when its all gone, go eat wit your friends
Since thats, who you cherish, more then me
The one who carried every last one of your seeds
The one who did a bid for you when you copped one and three
The one who was on yo side when you copped yo first ki
Me and you kid, we was meant to be
Who′d think that the streets will make you flip on Queen
[Chorus x2: Miss Jones]
I′m doin my thang, I′m movin on
You won′t appreciate a real bitch till shes gone
Never mind the drama and don′t bother callin me
You′ll never find a woman that looked out like me
[Verse 2]
For, many years concentrated on you
Lost focus on myself, seperated from my crew
Allowed you to drain down, my soul slowly
I′d rather be in the projects
Then stress and luxeries
So they′re for I′m leavin you wit all yo ice
That shit wasn′t worth bein alone at night
That shit wasn′t worth worryin if you was alright
So ignorant, you never knew your wrongs from your rights
Never understood it was always about the respect
Not about bein yo main chick wit begettes on my neck
Not about bein me bein the baddest bitch in the hottest whip
It was about you bein a real man to me and yo kids, yo heard
[Chorus: x2]
I′m doin my thang, I′m movin on
You won′t appreciate a real bitch till shes gone
Never mind the drama and don′t bother callin me
You′ll never find a woman who looked out like me
I′m doin my thang, I′m movin on
You won′t appreciate a real bitch till shes gone
Never mind the drama hang yo lame apology
You′ll never find a woman who looked out like me
[Verse 3]
True I, made the choice to a wife to a thug
But you gotta understand, at first it was about the love
But now, I don′t know who the fuck you are
I thought I never say "I miss"when the times was hard
When all I had was you, and you had me
Instead of pushin big boys, we was pushin our feets
I never shitted on you, stricly loyalty
I lived how you lived, by the codes of the streets
But you broke that son, when you flipped out on me
You′ll never find another chick that′ll hold you down like Queen
Never, another chick that′ll help you grip yo bricks
Never, another chick will love you without yo chips
Tha′ll ride up in a hooptie, as well as a six
You gon miss me when I′m gone
P.S. it was real kid
Uh huh, Miss Jones break it down
how you feel about this
[Chorus until fade]
@ Queen Pen
Текст песни:
Queen Pen: Me′shell Ndegeocello, play for me, c′mon talk to me
Me′shell: anyone know, it never ceases to amaze me how everbody′s always in
somebody else′s buisness, looking for something, but ′cha know, for what
it′s worth -
we could give a fuck!
[chorus]
Me′shell: Girlfriend, girlfriend, yes i had your girlfriend
Queen Pen: If that was your girlfriend, if that was your girlfriend, if that
was your girlfriend, she wasn′t last night [x2]
[verse 1]
now how you just gon′ be playa hatin′ on me
coz i got mad bitches just wanting me
And i got mad niggaz just checkin′ for me see
I got more stock than you ever see, i be...
The one that your main squeeze been diggin
Pull you out your closet, sex on weekends
It′s my buisness of what i do, him or her, he or she, inside you
So while you be yappin′ and talkin to your friends
Beefin ′bout that yellow chicken, the green benz
I′ll be havin′ all your people′s info with the second part of my ???
she slid the number, what you gettin mad at me for
she said she was single when she closed my car door
[chorus]
[verse 2]
Me′shell: so queen tell me, where did you meet her,
[Queen Pen:]
On the sunday, mac, she was walking out ???
I was just chillin, mindin my own business
Sittin on the corner, waitin for my sister
When she slid by, maybe 4 or 5 times
Wanted me to notice the rythm of her thighs
Oh boy, uh, girls are just so funny to me
I can see how niggas get into these beefs
She knew she had a man when she came up in the piece
She said she was a regular and how about me,
If she gave me her digits would i call her after three
The way she fliked her hips made you move to have to see
How these chinese jamaican tried to draw it by me
It never ceases to amaze me
[Me′shell:] Ain′t nobody gotta know just how much you want me
[chorus]
[verse 3]
Now how i′ve ran, you′ve only a few
But you can back track and ask them how i do it how it is
Who the flyest chick, with the phattest whip
And run her all night, like a burger with a chip
And if it′s all good then i feature it again
Like a fix remix, (if you need a fix)
See you gots to be real like my ex beverly
You don′t have your man just stressin out on me
Coz he can′t control how you throw your pussy
I′m a baller and i been for a ???
And if i choose to jerk her off then it′s all on me
See you claimed that was your girl, well that′s not how it seems
Uh, it never ceases to amaze me
[Me′shell:] Coz i like to get down so if you′s wants ta i will
I love to love ya′ baby
[chorus]
@ Queen Pen
Текст песни:
[Riley] Big Dave, come in
[Big Dave] Yo, go ′head
[Riley] What′s your twenty?
[Big Dave] I′m in front of the A room right now
[Riley] Ten four
[Big Dave] I got cha (she comin)
[Riley] She′s on her way to the back
[Big Dave] I got cha (she comin)
[Riley] Don′t let nobody fuck with her (she comin′)
[Big Dave] I got cha (she comin)
[Riley] She got a lot to say, aight?
[Big Dave] I got cha (she comin) I got cha
[Queen Pen]
Step back bitch, better take notes
Teddy got too much dough for me to ever go broke (word)
I′m callin your bluff, what you ever tote?
I′m raw and uncut like Columbian coke
Now how many of y′all wanna fuck with me?
Trick question, who wants to fuck with Queen?
While y′all role play, I′m always mean
And before Soundscan, I′m ate by the streets
You - you real funny to me
Like a drag queen with heels and a head full of weave
Talkin about ki′s, that you never seen (seen)
Rappin about gats, that you never packed (packed)
I′m da, original don dadda
And I say this to your face it′ll take a whole lotta
For you, to catch up to my speed
Fuck your icey rings (uh-huh) fuck this industry (uh-huh)
Take away the shine, you still a chicken wing
Bum bitch! Yeah, I said it! (yeah)
Bum bitch! And I never will regret it
(70,000 in the first week? That shit is ridiculous)
[Chorus: Queen Pen]
Don′t bring them bitches around me (I got cha)
Don′t bring sand to the beach (I got cha)
Pump QP in the Jeeps (I got cha)
We beez the baddest in the streets (I got cha)
It′s my time, to shine (I got cha)
Those styles, y′all kicked, was mine (I got cha)
Don′t let me catch y′all tricks this time (I got cha)
Take away your right to spit a rhyme! (I got cha)
I got a, chip on my shoulder and shit on my chest
I took a little break and bitches got overconfident
On the really girl, you don′t want no conflict
Save your slick talk for Saturday night′s at plex
QP is back, what did y′all expect?
That I stay pregnant forever, and live off of my publishing cheques?
All this bad chat got me kind of vexed
Y′all been talkin about me ever since I fucked that nigga from Next
It′s all over, I′m shuttin y′all down
By the end of the first quarter, y′all gone be sayin, "Damn she foul"
Dead, QP ain′t playin around
She goin hardcore on y′all bitches dis round
[Chorus]
[Riley] Big Dave, come in
[Big Dave] Yo, go ′head
[Riley] What′s your twenty?
[Big Dave] I′m in front of the A room right now
[Riley] Ten four (I got cha!) (she comin)
[Riley] She′s on her way to the back
[Big Dave] I got cha (she comin)
[Riley] Don′t let nobody fuck with her (she comin)
[Big Dave] I got cha (she comin)
[Teddy Riley] She got a lot to say, aight?
[Big Dave] I got cha (she comin) I got cha
@ Queen Pen
Текст песни:
[Pen whispers "I Reps" while DJ Clue is talking]
[DJ Clue]
William nigga
Yeah!DJ Clue, Desert Storm, you know how we do things
Q-u-double-e- radio
And the question of the day,
Is who, and what you rep
Caller number 1, you on the line
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Ayo its P, big chunky 40 inch chains
I could fuck your woman, but I perfer brains
I could duff you out wit guns and bang
I′ma certified, bonofied, Mobb Nigga man
This ain′t no ′87 rap battle
This is 2001, bloodsport, nigga i′ll get at you
This is criminal shit, I′m so infamous
I′m so gangsta, these niggas be nervous
When we pop up, ya knees lock up
Ya stomach catch butterflies
And ya heart pumps
Suppose to be scared, suppose to be ′wared
When you see me get the fuck out my way
Nigga I′m in here
And I ain′t come for the glamour and glitz
I came to fuck you up bad, get drunk, and find me a bitch
So where you at girl, holla at the kid
′Fore I slay one of these lame niggas in here, straight up
[DJ Clue]
Yeah, Caller number two
You on the line
[Verse 2: Queen Pen]
I got some raps for the streets
My niggas pack the heats
My soldiers on the corner crushin up green meat
For all the generations, and mothers ridin the trains
To work for y′all crackers, for that bullshit pay
I reps for my head that cops his weight
That take trips uptown just to cop his haze
I rep for them chicks givin brain in the rain
That ain′t scared to be a freak, for the right pay
I gots to rep for my familys thats stricten wit pain
For buryin they boys to soon for this game
I rep for my panthers thats locked away
And???sittin on deathrow countin down them days
I rep for y′all bitches that work lizzie bags
That sell hot shit, half price off of tags
I rep for them chicks that write they own shit
That live just like a live, to write they own shit
Its 2001 bitch, stop frontin
I rep for my baby mamas thats still walkin
I rep for them chicks collectin P.A.&Wic
Up in the hair and nail spots makin off the book chips
I rep body snactchers, loyaly over passion
I′m married to B.S.bitch, ain′t no question
[DJ Clue]
Caller number three, you on the line
[Verse 3: Cam′Ron]
I rep money dealers, girls step like, "Cam you rock a lotta Prada"
Look to her and said, "bitch I′m bout the dollar", holla
I don′t like it anways, I feel enscadas hotter
One get her, get her, good dog, got her, got her
Cam is in a Lincolns Clipse
Jakes hate belevdere, now y′all drinkin the shit
Please, oh my god brother, followin is not gutter
Its a major trend setter for you cock suckers
Insurance on my diamonds, my rocks covered
If I′m wit a bitch, believe me I do not love her
I′ma rap like a doobie and spliff
My Uzi a click, yeah I did a movie a flick
But I step to the director like, "look I′m not bitchin"
Understand this homeboy, I′m not snitchin
Killa Cam still be back in the hood
Back where I should, plus I can′t act that good
I could cook that coke, get them figures
I could bust that gat, strip some niggas
No homo, cause my life ain′t no motion picture
Motion trigger, I open livers, cock the pump
Pop the trunk, I drive em to the ocean nigga
Peal em apart, let em know you dealin wit sharks
Killa, P-Double, Queen Pen, Lee Low
[DJ Clue]
Yeah, DJ Clue
You know how we do things
Q-U-Double E radio
And the question of the day is
What you rep
@ Queen Pen
Текст песни:
Chorus: Teddy Riley
This is how it should be done
Cause this style is identical to none
How can I make you dance some more
(T.R.) That′s what I came here for
Repeat Chorus
And no wwww here′s the magnificent...
Funkyyyyyy momma!
Verse One: Queen Pen
Lyrical flows like WHAT
The man behind the music′ll make you JUMP
New Jack your Swing and make you SHAKE YOUR RUMP
No Diggi-ty tellin me this is WHAT YOU WANT, bass lines and snares
That′ll make you hump, WHY
Intimated by his fourteen year run, WELL
In ninety-seven he′s a different kind of funk, FUNK FUNK FUNK
We pulls together like a perfect hand to tongue, HAH
You pressed your luck and now you faster shit be sunk, ZOOM
Be combin through the future with your face punked, AND YOU
Forgot about the past, now what you want, platinum tracks
To put you on the map, NAH
Cause we gotta keep it in fam′, YEAH
You had your chance to be down wit da man, UH-HUH
So busy playa-hatin perpetratin, frauds
Articulatin, on his downfall, TRUE, you can′t take it
What the deal Ma?
Funky Momma blaze the track so you can feel her
I′m Miggidy I′m all about the dollar bills y′all, rock the Diamond Lex
All that shit behind my desk is signed in checks
[Teddy Riley]
Do you like hits baby, got em goin crazy on BlackStreet
You know it′s plaque time when me and the track meet
Save all your wack beats, Q.P. and T.R.
So precise with mics we should be surgeons in E.R.
The block knows (like that) baby girl be my diamond cause
She rocks shows (for Black) see my ones ain′t no way that
You can stop those, Little Man got your breath together
With Queen Pen now it′s hot to death, so take a look back (look back)
What I did, what I′m doin, where I take this (take that)
It′s kind of simple cause a n*gga just make hits (make tracks)
Peep the facts, keep a stack, on the Streets of Black
Ladies scream he′s the mack, cause
I kick, sh*t to make a fly chick you with
My chick, and plus funds just ridiculous
Cause I′m rich, we are T.R. you see Q.P.
That′s we BlackStreet, gone!
(You, can′t, take, it)
And no wwwwwwwww here′s the magnificent...
Funkyyyyyy mommaaaaaah!
[Queen Pen]
Now Teddy, JAM, for me ONE TIME
Cross that thin line make my hips BUMP N GRIND
What just happened, all this shadyness cause of platinum hits
Little Man be the sh*t, Funky Momma represent
It ain′t never been no different plus WE GOT WITNESSES
To account for alla dis sh*t, test we
And get your, block knocked off, UHH
You can keep yappin UNTIL YOU GET HOARSE
It don′t matter, we don′t, follow chit chatter
WE MAKE HITS, and calls, when situations get thick
ASK SAINT NICK, about the repoitoire
For those in the past, they know who they are
If the shoe fits trust, WE GON WEAR IT
And we beez the baddest click up on this planet
We paid the cost to be boss G*d [damn it]
Cause scared don′t win money, NOW DROP IT
Chorus (to fade)
@ Queen Pen
Текст песни:
Click!
Hahhh (c′mon) street team (yeah)
Relax make moves like what (like what like what)
Brooklyn Uptown (yeah)
Beak it down one time to y′all
(Queen of the Click)
Lookie here look at me hah
Me and my boys we poised to do big things this year
Make a lot of noise in dis here
We comes through with the multiple of ends
Then flows through with the multiple of Benzes
Cartier lenses me and my mens′s
Bout to take over with a vengeance
Watch your spot cause we hot to trot
See we plottin for the top spot and that′s what we got
Now we hold it like convo′, rhyme Don flow (yeah)
Queen throw her nookie like Madonna nine-four, what?
Y′all ain′t know? Untold damage, shit
I got the flow that you can′t romantage
Make you whole vanish like Copperfield
Drop, to the bottom then I rise, to the top of the field
Drop your shield, y′all gon′ be OK
And I′ll be much sleeker in the C.O.K., cause
Chorus: repeat 2X
I am (The Queen Pen of the Click
The littlest G with the, hottest shit
Here′s one thing y′all should never forget
That she flows like no other chick)
Rock chicks I′m dyin from boredom, please
I can′t wait for y′all to fall like autumn leaves
So I can shine like six-four sittin on deez, huh
The less be y′all, the more for me
I put it down like bad kids, stop the madness, shit
I roast y′all bitches with ad libs
The garbage shit stops, when the hottest shit drops
And y′all can′t front on how the shit knocks
Even haters, gotta love the STA-TUS, or the STAT-US
Y′all wanna hit, get at us
Hey you, wanna debut number one like we do?
You gots to roll with my crew
We got the cars with the rims got the rings and the ice
Put it all together let it all gleam nice
Gotta pay a mean price you go against my click
And here′s one thing y′all should never forget, that
Chorus
I run circles around you, verb′ll straight serve you
Day to night we keep it tight like a girdle
Nine to five y′all should make it your job to
Keep Queen Pen close to your ears like a bob
We make this, world revolve with this music of ours
From S-950′s to music guitars
You know the program, let no man, interrupt your flow
And if that′s your man, you better let him know
I′m like, Damien Oman, six-six-six
The way I be flowin is sick-sick-sick
Ice rope glowin, focus on the wrist, it takes
More than that to get close to dis
Straight hits on me with my nigga T.R. and
Gimme I be in, straight shinin
It′s all in the timin and how the shit clicks
And here′s one thing y′all should never forget, that
Chorus
Yeah this is dedicated, to Crown Heights, Brooklyn
To all my street team, that finally made it
You saw we made it, here I am, I′m out
@ Queen Pen
Текст песни:
[Intro:]
You dogs wanna know the life I live
You dogs wanna see the things I did
So much in this world is this shit
It′s just shit, just full of this
[Queen Pen]
Check it, on some down and dirty shit, Crown Height shit
Is you life thugged out Benji style shit
While you wanna front on your white style shit
Praisin all your dough on some real bullshit
I cops the high rent on land bitch
Without being platinum that′s that smart guy shit
You talk about keys but never flip wiz kid
The first to cop a pleed, that′s that real hot shit
Can′t pick or choose wit click you wanna run with
On the up and up that′s that real crab shit
Poppin mad shit on that mix tape shit
But when it′s time to face a heat, you on that other type shit
I know what I did, what I seen, where I been
While you capitalize of this life you done lived
If you ask me that′s some real bullshit
Record called me suppin me up, fake artist shit
[Chorus: Joe Hooker]
You will never be better than me
See you much too smart to me
You will never be better than me
See you much too smart to me
[Queen Pen]
Talkin about a life that you know you never lived
You a studio gangsta phony artist shit
Poppin twenty bottles but never leave bid
That′s that show off, big trick shit
Makin trips outta town, I gotta survive type shit
Cashin in my stamps to make the ends meet shit
How do my niggas dose on some real legal shit
On the low that′s that real have your back type shit
Stickin around with your baby daddy down in the shit
That′s the daily life we live straight strugglin type shit
Wanna be with your don, on some Mark Pitts shit
Fuckin around wit my click, get that face lift shit
On your Ms. locked down, you outta bail type shit
You a snitchin ass punk on that deep cover shit
Never nigga
[Chorus]
[Queen Pen]
We gets down for I′s on some ghetto star shit
′87, ′99, we was legendary chip chicks
On I-95, pushin big boy whips
Six bricks in the trunk, that′s that Braveheart shit
We done done it, lived it, wit you still talkin shit
And see a life thru your click, that′s the fraudulent shit
On some flippin now shit, gettin money typed shit
Smokin purple haze every day, every night shit
Bitches holdin grunges on that childish type shit
And when the dough get low tell me where your click is
We roll 50 deep on that war type shit
Hittas in the trunk that′s that real life shit
First trip around on some lesson earth shit
But this trip around, strictly QB shit
Bystorm shit, some more real shit
Up in ya face, stronjay type shit, ha
[Chorus]
[Hook x8]
I′m that shit, you that shit
Everybody gonna wanna rock my shit
[Chorus]
@ Queen Pen
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От работы кони дохнут, а люди — крепнут.
Чем черт не шутит, когда Бог спит.
На обиженных воду возят, а на добрых сами катаются.
Пьяному море по колено, а лужа — по уши.
Попытка — не пытка, а спрос — не беда.
Язык болтает, а ветерок продувает.
Я тебе помогу, ты мне – это первый закон на войне.
Шуму было много, а вышел болтун.
Шумом и стуком неприятеля не удивишь.
Шпиона пропустил – победу упустил.
Шпион слова подхватывает да на ус наматывает.
Шпион вьется, а все-таки кончик найдется.
Швед воротился, откуда явился (историческая).
Чтобы успешно воевать, надо много знать.
Чтобы победить на войне, надо работать вдвойне и втройне.
Чтобы врага бить, надо силы крепить.
Что хорошо? Конь сытый, котелок мытый да противник убитый.
Четкая команда четко исполняется.
Честь солдата береги свято.
Честь роты – твоя честь.
Честь мундира священна для командира.
Царство разделится, скоро разорится.
Худой мир лучше доброй брани.
Храбрость – сестра победы.
Хорошо воюет рядовой – офицеру хвала.
Хорошая пехота скупа на огонь.
Хороша война за горами.
Хорош пушкарь – хороша и пушка.
Ходит ходко пушка-самоходка.
Француз боек, да русский стоек.
Учись, боец, командиром будешь.
Ухо разведчика далеко слышит.
Ухаживай за пушкой, как за любимой подружкой.
Умирать – так умирать по-гвардейски.
Умерла та курица, которая несла татарам золотые яйца.
Умелый воин не дрогнет в бою.
Умелый боец везде молодец.
Умелому воину зима не помеха.
Убить человека – преступление, разбить противника – честь.
Убил противника в схватке – и все в порядке.
У царя руки долги.
У хорошего солдата нет плохой винтовки.
У солдата шило бреет, а шубы нет, так палка греет.
У разведчика глаза спереди, по бокам и сзади.
У разведчика глаз остер, ум хитер, отличный слух, охотничий нюх.
У пехоты обычай такой: портянки высушил – и в бой.
У одной овечки да семь пастухов.
Тяжело в ученье – легко в походе; легко в ученье – тяжело в походе (А. Суворов).
Трусливый командир – вооруженный мундир.
Трус умирает тысячу раз, а герой – только однажды.