Lyrics:
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
So say it, my Bible
And you don't want my pain
And you don't feel the same
That's how my life is over
I'ma be a motherfucking soldier
Fucking
I'mma die all alone (yeah)
So I ride all alone, from a soldier to a general
I taught myself, went to court myself (uh-huh)
Made a choice, from a soldier
we done bossed up to new levels
These niggas still the same but ghetto
My niggas still finna aim for the better
I'm rollin pressure I just been showing
Nigga nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that
(Lloyd Banks)
By the way, man, it still feels like I've been dreamin'
Forty cal under my pillow, condom full of my semen
The physical presence
pain was in the wrong place
So I strapped up my boots and now it's time for war
Many soldiers by my side as we face the core
The battlefront is full
matter who you are
The chick from the ghetto or the superstar
I need a special girl
A soldier that would ride for me
And die for me and be everything I
brothers and sisters
(I'm from the ghetto)
Yeah, this is Dr. Ben, I'm with Jim Jones
(Lord knows, I was on the run confused)
DipSet forever
(Shit)
We're
its the M-A-S to tha are-P
A young nigga tryin live in these ghetto streets
would I die, would I roll, would i retire young,
would a nigga get paid
different ghettos, watchin' for any man
Mama knows we keep her safe, she raised us to be a man
Always kept my knife straight, grandma told me be the man
I
said she shoulda killed me when I was a baby
'cause this ghetto got a young nigga crazy
P don't take no shit from no suckas
But ready to serve boulders
the trenches, tryna change
Live by it, die by it, cause I'm stuck in my ways
A cold-hearted thug nigga, but quiet as Kep
They took a nigga out the ghetto, but my
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
I don't mean corona
You don't love me but
I bet you love sosa
My clique is legit
My niggas my soldiers
I chill with the stars so
Im powered by solar
criminals and dons are relentless
Murders are common and senseless
In the ghetto trenches the stench is
Tremendous and poverty, our property is defended by
BANG!
was my friend to the end
Chukie was a lucky so here's your end friend
I sets the show ain't brocoli and rice
the newer to the new not the old spice
Ah fuck it
Ah y'all got your nigga e-40 in this motherfucker
I buzz I put a step in
Kickin it in the fac house motherfucker
Ay, g-nut, spice
Come have a good time on me
Let your self be free with this new style
Through the ghetto I roll by
I know that I am the girl of your dreams
I still
of the victim
I don't see any American dream
I see an American nightmare
Power to the people
We got more crack in the ghetto
Than they could grow in Columbia
Put
to drop, stop
You ain't know I'm nice girl, you'se a 'Wannabe'
Like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice, girl
I'm untryable, undeniable
Won't be held
written in plain ebonics
So shake that come-up off you brain and do the knowledge
Mia X, kicking off the ghetto symphony
Next soldier up, tell em who
limes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red and blue flags
See I got fools from the ghetto
Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals
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