Lyrics:
The road to success was hell
With the bones of the dead soldiers we left a trail
Your soul just left your shell (woo)
The cobra shed it's scales, the coke
you can be
Another dead soldier? Hell no, not me
So I start letting off ammunition in every direction
Allah is my only protection
But
the manner, Eastern Hill,
niggas in Corkshelf, P7,
all my motherfucking dead soldiers y'all gonna be missed.
and all my motherfucking homies down here in New
Intro
Mr. Gidi
Katayabragado
One me ze
Dead body yakpa
Olokpa yakpa
Soldiers yakpa
Dey make us jakpa
Verse 1
Fem
I say shut up
Why u dey lie say
That flowers cannot live
Without sunshine, water, and a home
The garden is dead
Toy soldier and me
Were just playing pretend
A butterfly's wings
Cause the ones off dead soldier hang a little loose
With AK-47 that they shooting into heaven
Like they trying to kill the Jetsons
They struggle little
'Cause the one off of dead soldiers hang a lil' loose
Where AK-47s that they shootin' into heaven
Like they tryin' kill a Jetson that struggles little
a government scheme
Go to the army, be all you can be
Another dead soldier? hell no, not me
So I start letting off ammunition in every direction
Allah is my
And We get calls
You Leave you might fall
Got some soldiers who gone
Dead and gone
Lil bitch it's a vibe
A'million the tribe
Lil bitch it's a vibe
them
I saw the debris and debris of all dead soldiers,
But I saw they were not as was thought
They themselves were fully at rest, they suffered not
you can be
Another dead soldier? Hell no, not me
So I start letting off ammunition in every direction
Allah is my only protection
But
diplomaticy just like yuh and mi
Seh di whole a dem fail democracy
Police ago dead soldier all a fled
Yute mother a run up and down nuff a dem nah nuh beg
diplomaticy just like yuh and mi
Seh di whole a dem fail democracy
Police ago dead soldier all a fled
Yute mother a run up and down nuff a dem nah nuh beg
became mechanical slaves again
Read the East Coast historian
As you oppose this
Your walking dead soldiers can't get close to this
I be splitting shit like
mad
now you wish u was someone, that's so sad
You really mad because we went and got a bag
You wish me dead cos my soldier's on ya ass
We smoking dope
romance
And the soldiers who are dead and gone
If only we could bring back one
He'd say, "We got to have peace
To keep the world alive
And war to cease
We
to die for some unjust cause
Is this our future?
Ashes are all that remain
It's easy when you got pride
How much pride does a dead soldier got?
His life
an S L D R
Fuckin nobhead come on then
Soldier Crew, we're born and bred
Soldier Crew, until i' m dead
Soldier Crew, justified hate
Soldier Crew, how we're
diplomaticy just like yuh and mi
Seh di whole a dem fail democracy
Police ago dead soldier all a fled
Yute mother a run up and down nuff a dem nah nuh beg
is red
A long dead soldier looks out from the frame
No one remembers his war, no one remembers his name
Go out to the meadow, scare off all
soldier
With dead vultures
Soon to swoop down
And eat what's left over
I'm walking 'round half dead
And blood shot red
Liquor store around the corner
Pack
on flying
And your soldiers laying dead
In the street
I said
Slow it down
Little mama
You gotta work
For what you need
Cause the planes
Keep on flying
Uhh, give the cops more alerts than DJ Red
I got the blood of a dead soldier, on my palms
And the scent of yo' bitch lingerin' on my fingertips
of art
You put yourself apart
And I can't help until you start
We knocked another couple back
The dead soldiers lined up on the table
Still prepared
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