Lyrics:
Competition is
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no
I'mma Roc-a-fella soldier
I thought I told ya
Hustler, nigga move weight like Oprah
Drive wide body, twenty-inch big motor
No
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah)
Jay-Z:
Yeah, uh-huh, what the fuck
Two asked quick for bastards to step to
Leave wounds too drastic
a polygamist
We be them Adida Gang senators
Twitter ain't' the only place
They mention us driving in the HOV lane and
I ain't see Jay-Z don't need no Blueprint
against the odds
Repertoire solid
This one's a ballad
For all the soldiers getting killed by Boko haram
For the civilian JTF using their charms
It better be
wield
True soldier
Devil move over
Thought I told ya
That I'm repping Jehovah
I don't mean Jay-Z
He would have to pay me
To listen to the shady
Songs he
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
by bit, torn apart
We never win but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier, who never blows his composure
Even though I
no tomorrow how we living by
RIP my fallen soldiers
Your body is gone at war but your soul Eternal
Rip My Fallen soldiers
I'm gon spin for you
Bring
been with you)
Nah mean, miss y'all (I miss you)
This goes, to the memory of all our fallen soldiers
Soldiers and soldiettes all across the world (I
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
(Wondering if your the same and who's been with you)
Nah mean, miss y'all (I miss you)
This goes, to the memory of all our fallen soldiers
Soldiers
(Wondering if your the same and who's been with you)
Nah mean, miss y'all (I miss you)
This goes, to the memory of all our fallen soldiers
Soldiers
I pluck holes in niggas, like donuts
And still down to die for all my soldiers, like hillbillies
They don't fear me, so we feud, bringin' war
I pluck holes in niggas, like donuts
And still down to die for all my soldiers, like hillbillies
They don't fear me, so we feud, bringin' war
these niggas but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve
I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
the same and who's been with you)
Nah mean, miss y'all (I miss you)
This goes, to the memory of all our fallen soldiers
Soldiers and soldgettes all across
ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big"
didn't need your help I was overly hungry
Now I help myself and I'm so bloody comfy
I'm sure they had z's on jay till hov became great
They had twisted
Is it some soldiers in here
If your status ain't good, I wish I would know you gotta be a G if you're looking at me,
Made for a soldier that ain't
leaves, when I work for cheap
Burn my AC up, foreign chick, forgot who Jay Z was
Ladies love em like he cool James
Big body, when I role through
producers
They say do some Azonto make we take dance and drink some booze
Ah!
But they listen to Jay - Z, Drake, Wayne and Baby
They either tryna clown me
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