Lyrics:
[Featuring Spice 1]
Verse 1 (C BO)
We got the warehouse packed from Lamborginis to Lacs
More ruby an flame pack than metro rap
Got keys
or shut up, or get routed!
I'm from the streets and I hang with killers
I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers
Wodie respect my hood,
we nor Dey joke
And I’m jejely giving you vibe on a Low
When I wake up in the morning
Ima slow down
If I’m not happy
Ima spice it with my coda
I nor
Yeah
Fall Season, Scorpio
No reason, I murder flows
Killin' all you hoes
Yeah all my soldiers
All my soldiers know
Shout out Schumann
I've been
loh ka'we Sound
But only me fit to run my race race
A1 lori street moti graduate graduate
Even this life na by grace by grace
Ghetto boy soldier we dey
Du you niggas hate on me and I see why
I handle B I and keep it buzzing like a beehive
If they aint never told you Im a soldier nigga G I
The only
[Master P (Slay Sean)]
I love my life, rockin' Rollies with ice
(Sippin' Cris, we gettin' ice, my block be hot like spice)
Make a nigga think twice about
it anyway (Smash smash smash)
Yeah over and over (Smash smash)
Shawty looking for a soldier (Yessir)
I got the pussy wet on command
All my niggas
to tragedy, so I stay sucker free
Only a few chosen rise, my ghetto queens, rise
Don't be afraid to try, too many of us die
For the door to open wide, my
soldiers most definitely
So watch what you say and where you step more carefully
If I fall in the field and ain't no more air for me
Pour some on the ground
That don't make you ghetto
I seen more ghetto in posh spice's stelleto
You chat like a blonde but i swear your a brunette
When's your carrer endin'?
Tell
a real bitch by the way she hold me
I love my TRU niggas like I love money
if you fuck with no limit you never find nothin' funny
and I take it
life
Faldy got shot, hurt Ervin and changed his life
And I done seen so many, white t-shirts with faces
And I done seen so many, ghetto lives get wasted
fingers to the bone
Dug myself in way too deep yeah
Don’t define yourself by what you are
Define yourself by what you love
I’m a soldier in the ghetto
of the Ying Yang Twins soldiers
Nigga I tried, I told you
We put it down coming right back, 'cause it's like that, on a phat track
with a fat sack
D-Roc
nothing but a gangster party
Power Verse
For the love of my culture
The gangstas
we live by the code
For my real ones stuck in the ghetto
In west coast
in
everyday shit is real
(Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)
I know how you feel, yeah, look
I been out here grindin' so long
But still
baby?)
Keepin' it Gangsta, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo
How many men could you kill? (Let me count all the bullets I got)
Many bricks could move, (you
the struggle, you know
Real shit everyday, everyday shit is real
(Every hood)
every ghetto, every block, every trench) I know how you feel, yeah, look
I been out
Kaine]
[D-Roc]
Nigga killer, bitch you ain't heard of the Ying Yang Twins soldiers
Nigga I tried, I told you
We put it down coming right back, 'cause
Kaine]
[D-Roc]
Nigga killer, bitch you ain't heard of the Ying Yang Twins soldiers
Nigga I tried, I told you
We put it down coming right back, 'cause
the rocks before the rock paid me
That's all I know it's this ghetto
Late nights where you had shot echo
This the hood life, this the good life
Young love
Some folks say lucky me, I leave that to the charmes
Car alarmes, gun fire heard by my moms
Had to be Elohim in the midst of the game
Made it out
Boy, we about to fill they motherfucking head up with this ghetto dope
Time to break these hoes off somethin'
Got my niggas Bun B., Pimp see, I
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