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Remember we was young niggas just kickin shit all the time
Yeah Yeah
Wake me up, I hope this shit a façade
RIP to fallen soldiers, we steppin out on god
Rip

on 
as if I'm fallin off the edge of a cliff
If I live and see 80 I'm reppin the bricks
Real shit 
leanin' like a syrup sipper
Henny and sprite mix it up get

'ma soldier man


I been down and out really trying to make away
Had to hit a lick by any means I made a play
Too solid even though some time's I lost it I

Wu-Gambinos

RZA

Wu-Chronicles

1999

I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it

Scriptures hit

Wu-Gambinos

RZA

Only Built 4 Cuban Linx

1995

I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it

Scriptures hit

taking our phrases
Bleed the same these niggas don't phase us
Talk my shit when beat come on
Mask up who I finna creep up on
He stood tall till I seen him

I just pray you make it make sense one day
Why I had to suffer and feel all this pain
God gives His hardest battles to His strongest soldiers

I’m down with the men who be down for the cost and you weak men aren’t 
And I heard your music (hhmmn)
That sh*t is boring

No way you gonna catch me

at my spice rack
Talk shit imma talk shit right back
Don't do it for thrills
But they wonder where the hype at
Bitch i don't make enough
Bitch i don't get

caught me saving some shit on the pc

And shit got virus by all the sites popping off out nowhere nigga see

I told my mom the game I played was hacked

Ay
I gotta find my way
I gotta, I gotta find my way
I told my boy "you can do what you want" (Do that shit)
I know he does as he please and he wants

Uh
Yeah
Peter Kings baby
Prospektoh
Yeah
Let's get it
323 shit
You know how we do (I need more)
Yeah, uh, uh
Smile on my face while I'm holdin' back

Aye, you my brother
You my soldier
You my partner
Yeah, yeah
Got my cold heart
Gotta go hard
I'm your brother
Yeah, yeah
This shit got me trippin' in

Who Gives A... Where You From

Three 6 Mafia

Streetsweeper, Vol. 2: The Pain from the Game

2004

shit
We some east side niggaz and we runnin' this shit
We some west side niggaz and we runnin' this shit

I'm from that Memphis 10, bitch
Who gives

Big nfl shit nigga free the trill long live all my niggas

Why you acting like you him
When you the one jus in the middle
I remember playin them back

Best Hustler

Master P

Ghetto Bill (The Best Hustler In The Game, Vol. 1)

2005

put it to the curb
We was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun
A van drove by and my boy caught one
My heart poundin, I was chasin the past
I seen

Talk shit on the net, get
Your IP address, pull up
Get your ass whacked
I don't know what the soldier told
You, pull that shit around here, get smacked

Game Over

Ice Cube

Greatest Features

2009

a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)

[Chorus]

(I've got all my life to live, plus with

where it get tropical
She gave me head phenomenal
Oh, wrap it up I'ma keep it responsible
Knock it down just like we playing domino
Aye, I'm doing shit

Cute
She my lil' Boujie Baby don't get shit confused
And what she want she get it, who would i be to Refuse
I got me a winner nigga I could never lose

Crazy Diamond
Lady spice, lady White, I knew that it would end

We used to pop it and roll, we used to live in our zone
Now we both on our own, shawty

I'm spitting it now
shit you ain't seen trench on a villain account
Like how the fuck he be coldest in the room and let it off a boom
I sweep

now
Wait is this the whole crowd? I thought this shit was sold out
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
But it's only the opening act, it's early, don't

Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet