Lyrics:
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
the Ty Ty to my Jay Z, they pree, they pree
I get lizzy and I stay flee
These new niggas lit, but they just ain't me, nah
I skrrt through it like I'm
socks as the crowd posted on Facebook
Yelling "pig stop"
What I like more than sex is a dick cop
Where I'm from yo 14 years old they let the lead pop
Let
I'll call Jay his voice sounded too irregular
like bro I'm on the run from the opps Where you located
he said I'm in the cribo waiting
the hospital we
to see
An emcee (like D) inside the place (to be)
And have you heard that he is third and his name is Jay
I'm Run the A
D the Deuce
And Jay's the Tre'
need the gold
Hey, watch the best of both worlds collide
Where you from? Gon' and rep your side
I'm from the nawf where no love is lost, if that line
(free)
I was forced to adapt
Of course it's through rap
And the formula that
Got me to where I was born to be at
In a corner the back
Now I'm forced
Tomorrow forever forever
My search is for tomorrow
I'm looking for tomorrow
I heard motherfuckeas saying they Made cee fugazy
Clowns never listen to jay z
the truth out about this beef
A victium of defeat when ya
Album was released when Jay-Z made
Kanye look like a beast
When BET told Jim Jones it was
Peace jus
1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh {I'M DANCIN!}
Yea... Yea... Yea
[Jay-Z]
Uh Oh..
Raps in trouble, HOV bout to double back
And lock the streets
a fuck where you from?
I'm from that ATL, hoe
Who gives a fuck where you from?
I'm from that DC, bitch
Who gives a fuck where you from?
I'm from that
Cali, guess who's back
Well Double-S from The Bean, so never mind that
Not where I'm from, but right now, it's where I'm headed at
Yeah, road trippin'
Yo, what up, it's your boy Dae-Dae
Yo, what up, it's RichboyRC and you're listening to Cartridge by Jay Browne
On 1(800)813-4evr: Deluxe
Dae-dae,
I'm bout to birth a new generation
I'll wait for gifts, check the registration
Born in the home of hip-hop
Not too far from Jay-Z
What can I do about
my home
Forty-one Till I meet the grave
And meet the stone
This is my city
This my home
Walk by myself
But I'm never alone
This little suburb is where
replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me Big (and another one)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking
like burnable burnouses
I young from this you hataz can run from this
I'm on to burnin my clothes its well tat age
Where I'm from, well Jay-Z young tat
at a
Mary J Blige concert
With an "I love Mary" shirt, then find Jay-Z
And push him into a dancer, hopefully
They lock lips
That's when I yell out, "Sounwave
out there tryna keep me from bein' the artist
I admit I'm at rock bottom (oh, oh)
And this shit has rocked my mind (my mind)
I'm callin' on my hood,
Ooohhh na na na na na na
Humma the money
Ooohhh na na na na na na
Tryin to make it happen
Nigga came from trappin
Hundred grams up tryin to make it
1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh {I'M DANCIN!}
Yea... Yea... Yea
[Jay-Z]
Uh Oh..
Raps in trouble, HOV bout to double back
And lock the streets
could vic him
Something strange about the crib, I had to think
Why the whole god damn house was dressed in hot pink
Yo Jay, where's your bathroom, bust
like I'm JAY-Z (brrt)
You ain't choppin', you ain't poppin', you want some motion, join CG (grrt)
I put a silencer on my glee, my gun don't get seen
poverty I come from them rags
99 problems I feel like I'm Jay Z
The way that they switch up is really amazing
I try so hard to not let it phase me
Stay
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