Lyrics:
Transportin' ki's in the all black Camero
50 G's on the seat, layin' next to my heat
I'm a Hot Boy to the police
And I'm a thug on the street
Yeah I score
Krayzie:
Bone Bone Bone . . .
Wasteland soldiers
These are the days of our lives [of our lives, of our lives]
I've been strugglin', hustlin',
Yeah, yeah,
It's another one of those,
Snoop D-O-Double G, L.T. Hutton thangs
Yeah, we all off up in the hills right about now
It's about two in
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
want to go to hell though
I been out here hustling trying to get dough
Got da game in my vein won't change
little homies on the street know my name
hold a note like da guy who said da British is comin'
Oh yeah da niggas is comin' get out ya good dishes or somethin' like it's thanksgiving
And non
and put they mack down all in the streets
And the, two boss players is rolling for keys
But it's ships outta notes
No hustle-Ass-Niggas acting like hoes
stain, burn like rubber on tha streets
(Screech!) If you can't hang, find your way from 'round me
Lil' soldier in all black off-a A.N.E.
I pullin' ego,
Wasteland soldier, these are the days of our lives
I be struggling and hustling and thugging it forever
Come and look deeply in my eyes
I be
This for the soldiers. (Soldiers.)
Stay strong, my n****z.
(Gangsters, players.)
Stay up, my n****z. (Real n****z.)
Leavin' the cut in a rage.
Play with fire,
You get burned
When the heat was on
I turned
Turned to trouble
Trouble
[verse 1]
Yeah yeah c-3
New Orleans baby the street
straight up thugged out
They killas like that little soldier boy
'Cause we livin' in the killin' field
Tombstone soldier rest in peace a real warrior
Nigga
baller, n**** G'z and cut ki's
Gats for enemies, freeze! hundred degreez
Kill, robbery, soldier- born to ride
Killer- born to die, Mama- was born
a niggas back
But they don't wanna scrap
In the street, toe to toe
Blow to blow, like some soldiers
Behanded
Nigga, and see who's standing when its over
[Master P]
Ha Ha Ha
Most niggas might think I'm crazy when I tell em this
(Yeah G)
But you know what most nigga look up to like Presidents
the clouds on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities
My heros died in prison: George Jackson
Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein
And I
Yeah we down on our knees
We just looking food to eat
We gotta be strong no retreat
Even when we're in to deep
We're soldiers out here on the streets
tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy
Uhh, they never seen 26's on a Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
Some
on Elm Street_, you Jason and I'm Freddy
We got a job to do, then it's a motherfuckin lick
Fifty G's on his ass, then it's a motherfuckin split
Me
Boi . . .
[Layzie]
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me
Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta
These things guidin'
lighting, we moon lighting
Star struck by demeanor (Real n.i.g.g.a)
Put it in her life now I got lil' mama feindin
Walkin' in my shine she can feel
live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga that's a no no (no no)
And I got it for the low low (low low) we getting rich off this coco
I live by
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
God)
Okay fun's up (say what?) The reign son's up
Hoes down, G's up, yo let your guns bust
For the soldiers that fell, for the soldiers in jail
For
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