Lyrics:
the street, they die young
Gun play everyday, they pull the trigger no delay
Two of my young niggas died by the gun
Mother saying prayer for her son, he died
back home
For three long years now he's been gone
He left her cryin' on her wedding day
And went to fight the battle of the Blue and Gray
Oh Mary
back home
For three long years now he's been gone
He left her cryin' on her wedding day
And went to fight the battle of the Blue and Gray
Oh Mary
by the pros uh
Pray for a whole lotta souls
Got alotta thoughts that nobody knows huh
Seen by a whole lotta faux’s
Gotta lay low cause it’s good for
Another fallen soldier
I know you smoke away the pain with the pain with the doja
You runaway it's all the same in this culture
If you don't plan
some more
For sure, B-Eazy's riding with you
Who's really real
So many squeal & steady claim that they trill
The real soldiers out there dying
Riden through the city what's the word lil soldier
No love only gone be death around the corner
Cold thug weight of the world on your shoulders
People want me dead
For the clout & a the glory
But my shot better than the kings Robert Horry
Beef is on soldiers gone
Where my brothers at
Out on bail
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
they all he got
On demon time he ain't gone hesitate to bust the glock
Drive by homicide one of his brothers died
In his arms as he looked him straight
know he lackin
So it's on sight
Steppin like a soldier in my city
He get left right
Uhh
Till we shoot for real
Uhh
They just talk and squeal
Uhh
nigga glad to be alive
And as the days go by, I thank god for watching mines
Praying that I remained in fire
The same man that I was, which starts from
Every soldier got a story to tell
I done been through it all
Don't ask the way I shoot 'cause I done shot (uggh)
Put a tank on my block
Fiend
me the word, I'm gonna kill that lane)
You know major league niggas play the kidnap game
Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray
(And I'm
and low
Underneath the lamp post by the barrack's gate
Standing all alone every night you see her wait
She waits for her boy who marched away and though
shoulders
And move around just like some soldiers
Cuz they don't want us to get older
We ride thru life like roller coasters
We gone make shit shake and pop
To fight for his country and the girl he loved
That's a soldier's only fate
Then Billy heard no word from Sue
He was worried sick but what could he do
gone stop me now
Sipping
Jasmine tea with my geisha
I'ma swordsman
Kamasutra sunsets until the early days of mourning
For the
Fallen soldiers who had
Mumma
Im gone make it out i'm gone become the
Greatest of them all i'm gonna run up
This bag so you will never have to stress to make a dollar
Imma
Every soldier got a story to tell
I done been through it all
Don't ask the way I shoot 'cause I done shot (uggh)
Put a tank on my block
Fiend
back home
For three long years now he's been gone
He left her cryin' on her wedding day
And went to fight the battle of the Blue and Gray
Oh Mary
Is there anybody gone to listen to my story
Is there anybody gone to listen to my story
Analytical poets and political soldiers
While the whimsical
to you, you haven't seen anything yet, it's a war be ready,yeahhh, tit4tat,i said tit4tat, there's no time for that garri and okra soup flow so to all my
Aung San Su Kyi will be gone and
she'll be on a T-shirt
The marketing's good
Monks are dying
Soldier children crying
We're playing bubbles
With four
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