[DJ Paul:]
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Yo, Right now we gonna dedicate this to all our soldiers,
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Over there fightin for us,
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You know what I'm sayin,
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For all our fallen soldiers,
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And all our ones that still runs with they guns,
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In the field you know what I'm sayin?
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This dedicated to ya'll man,
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Hold it down,
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U.S. mother fuckin A,
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[Chorus:]
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I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
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I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
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I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
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Yeah
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I'm tryina told ya boy
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I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
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I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
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I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
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Yeah
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I'm tryina told ya boy
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[Verse 1-DJ Paul:]
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Now as I run through tha trees with my infiltry
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I got my M16 and my artilary
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I got my full blooded soldiers in tha back of me
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And a bullet proof vest and I'm hopin I don't have to see
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now will it work in tha line of fire
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Or will a nigga die in tha line of fire
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I'ma bust my gunz till my clips retire
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America pray cuz I don't wanna expire
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I'ma soldier
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[Juicy J:]
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I'ma U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
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Playin around with them army toys
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You wanna go to war then we can go to war
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See W.Bush he sent us over boy
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Them men all went and got some soldier toys
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Put 'em in a battle and we'll showed you boys
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That army fatigue we gonna make some noise
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And blow that mother fucker from shore to shore
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[Chorus:]
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[Verse 3-Lil Wyte:]
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With bullets wizzin by, children dyin every 36 seconds
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It makes it uncomfortable for me to even respect this
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With this focused brain I can take myself away from pain
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Turn me into rain, sprinkle it upon all of us in vein
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I'm the one that was sent to make sure the sun will always shine
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Try to determin the evil and good all in my twisted mind
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Hopefully, this just might be the one that reaches to the world
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And make a safer place to play for all our little boys and girls
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Cuz I'm a soldier don't get it twisted
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Get your wig split
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Fifty millimeter shells aiming for the terrorist
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Must have missed cuz they still comin with some big shit
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Osama fucked up real deep and there ain't no time to fix it
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He better be off the planet, two light years passed the moon
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Rode on a magic carpet satellites gonna find him soon
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He's probaly already dead fuckin with tha U.S.A
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But if not he better not bring his ass up in tha bay
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[Juicy J:]
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Let me hear tha sound of tha soldiers
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I said let me hear tha sound of tha soldiers
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Juicy J tha soldier boy
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The marines ain't no punk and you know we keep grenades and AK's in the trunk
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With Iraq we be buck, we be fightin and we stomp
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With our fist, with our feet, we be ready when you jump
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We don't hide behind mask like a terrorist my nigg
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Just so you know who tha real fuckin cowards is.
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[Chorus:]
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U.S. Soldier Boy
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| Lil' Wyte |
