Lyrics:
Changing up the code
What I'm living like
A lil spice here and there
She tell me all the shìt she like
Playing by some Different rules
Got it with some
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
I bet ya violent click
Talkin' all that lip
When you was wit' my click an get shit
Head split an ass kicked in
Chin shattered
An nobody could
Uh! He heh
Master P and Treach nigga
It's all family baby
Get them Naughty boys I got the No Limit Soldiers
And when we posse up these
say who am I
Who you be? Who am I?
The one who's surrounded by the wood
500 wid the ribs stickin' through the hood
Up to no good thats why'd stay
It's the last days, Revelations, Bibles
Last page i'm half dazed, hands in shackles
Locked like a slave my past plays put my
Co-defendant in his
shit alongside I, the apparent head
I am the general, bow now
Fuck saluting!
I don't really think y'all niggas get it
Run up on your with a army it is
before
Kids get out of school
They say, "Nas, they fucked up"
I'm up early, acting a fool
Driving DC with drive-bys on Lincoln's statue
Hire my meetings
(Yuh Yuh)
Said i won't be shit now i'm riding in a rover
My dawg in the field, yuh they real deal soldiers
Knew that was your bitch but i said i
the demons to the light and you dun set me free
I'll shed a tear drop
By the freedom of God we have a soldier!Jesus u have been so good
2 me!
Chorus:
a
Hundred-fifty-thousand if they book me
Lookin' ovеr my shoulder
That's why I got soldiers holdin' me ovеr
Tote two Glocks in the Rover
Parked down by the river
Gettin'
Leave me alone, I'm by my own ways, yeah
I want you back, but I stay lonely, yeah
Yes, I'm a drunk and I'm a loner
Yes, I'm a soldier
Wake up in
pipes
Niggabytes, six-double-o's, yeah, on the bikes
You want 718 Terror (Squad)
William (Danze)
First (Fam), easy soldier
I'm not a killer, I just
Now tell your boss, you can't come in tomorrow
My dro come by the jar
They bring me drinks, why come to the bar?
Nah, nigga I ain't come here
the booty and bubbly
Time to discuss streets 'cause shit got ugly
I thought they all facing enemy to enemy
Cause ain't a motherfucking thing here industry
I feel my times are changin, I'm getting tired of the things I'm sayin, can't pretend to be myself no more
Pour another drink & hang out by the door
It don't matter what you got put your heart in your grind
Its a lonely ass road but I'm blessed by design
Nigga money ain't everything and neither is
standing from afar
By the grape vines
You had a water gun in your hands
And I wanted to spray you, damn
That sounds wrong, oh shit!
I could see your thong!
You’re a soldier to me
Who did not survive the last war of his life
I had to fight to keep you by my side
Let all hypocrisy fall
Whoever knew you , you
just a buzz
This what happens when two people givin fucks
cbout eachotha
Verse 2
You add the spice like cinnamon
I won't drag you through this shit
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
redeemed / and I'm livin' that part, yo
Convicted by The Word / I saw the light
All my life, I had to fight / but check it
Jesus fights my battles / me? / my
To stay one we representin' for them corners
(This is the return of The Hill, the wait's over)
The street life has turned my niggas to some soldiers
short by the cutthroat, I make heads flaot
Cause I'm dope as caviar, by far nigagz from the Inglewood
to the Compton car
In my click crooked legit SHIT
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