Lyrics:
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
hide a turncoat (Brah Brah!)
Pulled down by your business
I'll use that verbal ammunition (Pew pew!)
Take off the pants you think you wearing
Maybe get
description is dead on
And I ain't here going through shit
Maybe these mofuckers at home
Being soldiers is real shit
And maybe I'm wrong and to be
muthafuckin' Ant
Kickin' the funky shit with Spice muthafuckin' 1
187 in the muthafuckin' house, Peace
'm Macaulay Culkin home alone
Bad bitch, diamonds in my collarbone (yee, yee)
Buy my whip by myself
Pay my rent by myself
Sugar, spice and I'm nice
Show
a shit
It's okay it's alright
It's lit alight
It's fly like a kite
Water in ice
You looking nice
Sugar and spice
With that Apple Bottom
I might wanna
)
The street is military (you gotta be a soldier)
The street is military (you gotta be a soldier)
Verse 2:
Pull on a trick with my G shit
Real deal I’m that
got the spice like some hot sauce
And the flavor never wavers
You better savor this, it's major shit
I've been doing this since 86, I was born in 95
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
nothin, we untouched,
one-hundred percent pure shit, uncut.
(Chorus x2)
Suave House, No Limit soldiers (x8)
(Eightball)
Real playaz,
with skies in Range Rovers
Soulful soldier soul controller
I kill Jehovah left the sash as closure
Casualties of wars
Battlegrounds ruled by lords armed
When i say yo just know that's my soldier call
I may have pulled up by myself but nigga I'm not alone
When i say let's go we gone step on all
wanna play and I bet he need this blick
When I'm rich as fuck we gon' be shopping at Rick
Man I'm going up and I been on top my shit, yeah
I'm a soldier
'm spice
I could get you get you right
Make you fall in love by the night
Put me on ice cause I'm drippin
I'm flame I'm spice
You ain't got no competition
no mo
I see a person drowning in fear
Of how she appears
Surrounded by peers
Who doubt her for years
Worried bout her career
Eyes clouded with tears
nothin, we untouched,
one-hundred percent pure shit, uncut.
(Chorus x2)
Suave House, No Limit soldiers (x8)
(Eightball)
Real playaz,
to cops
In prison he saw me, he wasn't on none
He was quick to call govs now on road he's someone (Huh)
Raised by thugs in the trencherous slums
And i love
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you
Look around seeing falling leaves a metaphor for all the broken trees
I see in their eyes dis shit is part of a lie dis Shit
Ain't real enough I
You've seen me once or twice
your really good to me
I just want a slice
Of all of that I see
I want a bit of spice
commitment issues comes
(b-i-atch)
I used to make that shit
(uh) , that make you wanna drive by
Then P sat me down, hooked me up
(uhh) and strapped me down
With the rowdy rowdy
(rowdy
Y'all niggas scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie
Better be prepared than try to dunk
SPICE UP LIKE THIS
CANT KICK SHIT LIKE THIS
KNOW THAT YOU WISH YOU COULD
PREE ON ME ALL YOU WOULD, ALL YOU COULD
ME AND MY DAWGS WE GOOD
YOU CANT GET
as a soldier, shit
I have two tears, no fears, and I'm no longer a kid
I have some war wounds to go along with this war face
And stripes on my shoulders so it
Discuss these soldier shit by spice 1 Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In