Lyrics:
hang
I'm a No Limit Soldier and we running the streets
Respect my hood screaming CP3!
Big Boz uptown nigga holding it down
My lil cousin Hot Boy the new
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
beat
and she know I'm G cuz I keep it one thousand thousand
Maybe cuz I came from the streets and I paid my fees up in government housing housing
Say she
Red's gone wild
Yo, I'm hot, global warming ridin on two-six
I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet-proof shit
Gilla nigga, and we abide by
if I gotta go I gotta go I gotta go
I guess I'm just a soldier with a song out of the streets black
Stressin' of that chronic sack but I feel death
[Kool G Rap]
I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six
Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks
Crib way out in the sticks, they
voice and tell the people treat us fair
Warring in the streets tell them soldiers to meet us there
Out in the open all alone, I felt the coldest air
still here, not afraid cracks is made, stacks is made
A G'll get you gats to spray
At my man's funeral it's like know body cared
But when police get
And Timberlands and hoodies
With the rhythm that came from the streets
I was a young one at the time but started mic trippin'
Had rhythm like Ali when he was
Bitches, money, cars, and a gang of weed
This Is The Life I Lead
Guns, respect, and havin' some major G's
This Is The Life I Lead
Bitches, money, cars,
brothers we eating we full like the moon
Streets is my backyard I'm up to shenanigans
Spitting fire Soldier upping the temperature
For my brothers I will
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
coming up
We had to learn on our own
Ain't nann nigga teach us
& that's the reason why the streets cold
We ain't sticking to the G code
So the lil
those seeds
I dial up spend more G's
Inhale then we bend those knees
Feel it in the air there's a gentle breeze
Please won't you let a nigga blow these
Ohh, yo, ohh shit man, what up dunn?
Yo where've you been at man?
Yo we need you man
You gotta put out that knowledge
Kick that street knowledge G
the streets
Fuck you, and fuck peace
I got my soldiers at ease, from the SurSide Academy
You're gonna get what you're gonna get
Mothafucka you got nothin
with killers and G's
the Last Don is known for slangin' and bangin'
thug niggas 3rd ward Caliope where we hangin'
ghetto's soldiers mercenary we
streets is on what we roll
Be careful where you going
These streets can be alarming
Real soldiers be patrolling
Guess what they all be wearing
Black
While everybody been sleep
We only making soldiers an we push them thru the week
Don't talk about just be a about it
Shit everybody in them streets was
G's up in this bitch be jammin
Niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin
Niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades
Niggas stayin on me cause
you
First you get the money, then you get the power
G Rap bustin' the gats and slangin' last by the hour
No doubt
I be the crime story of all
kill, kill: that's all I know
Hustle 'til mornin' and get the dope, man: that's all I know
I was raised in the streets, bitch - taught that g shit
I was
they ass to the sky, gettin' stuck by
The devil in drag, let's see who play the fag
Will you wannabe G's please have a seat
Here we go again, nigga
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
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