Lyrics:
On the battle field get killed or do the killin
By the way my good luck charm is a bisquit
Ghetto soldier to the ended
[Akon:]
Im a ghetto soldier, desporatoOoOo
is Aaliyah
Crawlin on all fours
Paul Wall at the coliseum
Kill ‘em off, mausoleum
Like a boss, Rick Ross, Slim Thugger
Carpe Diem
Hoes be screamin'
Her baby daddy ridin' dirty through the hood fam
Damaged women in they 30's cant find no good man
Terrence Wood damn you nice with the flow
How I been
Rick Ross
Plies
Nigga, we so hood
I'm so hood
We the best
DJ Khaled, Florida stand up
Let's go
Hood
slipin im a touch ya
Ima tell you once bitch
Your fuckin with the boss
Show love to my nigga Petey
Pete and Rick Ross
me
I can get nice and 80 So whats the price baby holla
At me ross I comin' through wit' Jada another D block
Boss 2 guns down t shirt with these all
on the grip
Call me Rick Ross smokin on the good
Posted in the hood n i wish a nigga would
SK on the seat filt to the tip
Phantom ridin to da beach with a grill
Woah I'm a big shot with the head rock twin glocks - Shakewell
Make another check at a pit stop
Rick Ross with da big body tell my team to meet in
haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By
understand c-span
Birthed by the ghetto
cnd
Fed by foreigners
Running with murderers
White man controlling us
Yea
Supply and demand
Hit the block with
Paintin' on the boy like I'm Bob Ross
Big Boss, yeah, call me Rick Ross
Locked up just like a dreadlock
Hunnid points, yeah, that's a headshot
Down
the brand new 'lectric blue Bentley ridin' by
Hurt these clowns, anybody that want it
Let you borrow my crown, tell me why would you flaunt it?
Don't you
of CHS, big homie just like Rick Ross
Little ass nigga, hella jewelry, I'm a big boss
Ridin' round the city, A-Town, we gon' slide like it's a playground
I
Knock your paws off sync
Left you flat like a soft drink
Got more styles than Diana Ross swing
Zone like Rick James when he smoke crack
You and Charli
intuition
On the battlefield, get killed to do the killin
By the way my good luck charm is a biscuit
Ghetto soldier till the endin
Bridge
Akon:
I don't like
most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just teller to
Holla and hit
a hollow
Men don't steal
Hey most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just
spendin' every penny
2Pac Shakur, ridin' through the North up in the Bentley
Curtis Jackson ain't no actin' when I'm on a mission
Tryna assassinate my
California to Oakdale
My game be like spiffin' but niggas they be like quick wit
But if you wasn't a hater nigga you'd pick up on this ghetto shit
'Cause I
been bout it
Move on some boss shit
Poppin my Belair move on Rick Ross shit
And I just started, will never stop it
And I'm on top, all the haters just
dreaming bout ridin blades
While I was dreaming, you was gettin laid on everybodys bed and I was getting played
Yung Joc knew that we was through, said he
them racks in by the Legos
Shawty got them packs in by the crate load
New coupe make the ceiling fly better hang on
And I called the shots no basketball
boss
Fuck Joss, he's no hoss
I hate his guts and I hope that he never pushes through
Fuck Joss, he has no sauce
Fuck Joss, tryna be Rick Ross
He has
Look like I don't take a loss
She dance on the dick, do the floss
Money big Rick Ross
Make 'em jump Kris Kross
Polo fittin' lacrosse
Got me drippin' hot
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