Lyrics:
Mmmmm
Foreva huh
Mmmmm
Foreva huh
Mmmmm
Foreva huh
I'm a motherfucking soldier foreva
And I ain't worried about a motherfucking hater
Shit
If I
Yeah, yo, yo
Close your eyes, let the track just play on repeat
All I hear is the genius on this beat
So I cradle the word street to blame spice
tossed in the river?
Nigga, put 'em in the mud see them pump blood, nigga no love
Get shown by the bone when I grab that chrome
Then I honk your dome
comin' with your shit raps
You man are get bitch-slapped, by some bitch that I bitch-slapped when I was high on a spliff
And a six pack, and a bitch back
of withstanding
And makes us more powerful when we go through the worst shit
Everything and every motherfucker gets dealt with accordingly
Mark my words
See I
my business by chiming me some paper
I got that spice like Cajun
Now You See Me 2, too turnt, No Sanaa Lathan
Bitch face it
Please Be humble you ain't
that shit
He just turned up the volume, bangin 50 Cent
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
I got soldiers from both sides who really don't care
Who identify
to you (yeah)
If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do (what?)
And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you (yeah)
See I'm a man,
Esco you gon be the one to make it that's what they tell me
Might go cop veneers so I could spice up my career
Tell me what it is if it's some shit I
My brother just died with the fye by his side
I still can't feel myself
We used to hit licks and smoke up the whip still can't heal myself
Told my
this
If I die let the world understand why
Soldier my eyes, hate to see a black man cry
They picture me inside a casket
That's how they see us
Oh God,
way my plug kicked it,thank he had a black belt,my scale so big,big boy can weigh his damn self, 2,000 pounds of ? and I sold that shit my damn
[20 second instrumental to open]
[Chorus: female singer]
I... will get by
Touch the sky, time to fly, 'til we die
[Tha Trademarc]
For what
in
Got the vibe
Need the energy
Lord sanctify
Fuck my enemies
Lots of crimes in the hood
Nah I don't want to get down
To this shit
Yeah
Cut it
Body
times
Reminiscing for my dawgs who done died
For my soldiers locked up doing time
Promise one day nigga we gon shine
My grandfather got killed I got
the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate from her window
Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info
the sauce so i added the spice
now i’m in your head something like lice
all by myself i be tuned in
it’s bad for my health but i’ll keep moving
how
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
blowed off the planet
They don't understand it
Soldiers can't stand it
That's how I planned it
Fuck you goddamnit
My automatic
Ready for static
Blastery
Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes,
If you want herb we got bombs
Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones that smoke
you're self-made, shit, I say that's made up
I got my angels by my side we're on the way up
You say you're grinding every day you better prove it to me
[Hook: Big Moe and Z-Ro]
Rolls wheels and get rolled over, south side soldiers
We da shit bitch, I know you smell the odor
These boys raise hell
res exposure
Trained by the OGs to hold my composure
Sacrifice rats and break bread
With the vultures
One for the lifers and peace to my soldiers
One
hidden
Until the right person be like taste it
Oo I like that they got a lil spice to it
Taste like that but they got a lil spice to it
Make you unique
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