feat. Sticky Fingaz, X-1
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[Chorus: Fredro Starr]
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I'm a soldier, ready for war, ready to shoot
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I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops
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I'm a baller, skatin on chrome, pushin the Coupe
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I'm a hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler
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Told ya, ready for war, ready to shoot
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I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops
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I'm a baller, skatin on chrome, pushin the Coupe
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I'm a soldier, soldier, soldier, soldier
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[Fredro Starr]
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We play the block to the morning til the sun comes up
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Or fiends run out, hustle til them guns come out
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Or deans run out, hustle til them ones stack up
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Or boys roll up, we playin the block, you know man
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Niggas on the rock talkin bout the cars we roll
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Chickens in the club buggin on the money we blow
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Other People baby, gettin like a hundred a show
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When they see us, bitches pass out, they holdin the flow
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Man haters don't wanna see the next man bowl
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What the little nigga skippin in the Lexus for
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We in it for the hed, killa what that vest if for?
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Two stacks, glocks hiddin in my Lexus dough
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Now ya wanna see the ice wit the electric blow
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They rather see shots flamin, not to test the row
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Then we love by the minute, but we feared by more
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Cuz I don't give a fuck, I'm ready to die, ready to go
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[Chorus]
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[X-1]
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I'm a soldier, ain't that right, ain't that what I am?
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On the block yellin "two for five's" wit rocks in my hand
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Keep the money rolled in rubber bands, accordin to plans
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Dirty pots in the kitchen nigga shoppin in grands
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While Ms. Brenda from upstairs always callin the cops
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Stash rocks in the mailbox, them corners is hot
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Find a dumb bitch, get a crib, open up shop
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Blow it up for two months, then skip to the next spot
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This is a business man, don't mess wit that here
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Who can fuck around and plus ya still love in the air
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And that's a nice little toy ya got, let's raise that
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Put ya title on the line, big baller, let's bet that
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I don't need trees, nigga, all I need is them G's
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Money's my high, dollar signs stuck in my eyes
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Don't come to this strip, bitch, unless you comin to buy
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It's nothin to hide, drug dealers lovin they lies
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[Chorus]
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[Sticky Fingaz]
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I come thru the block, niggas hold they breath
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They heart pump fear, they stand there, hold they chest
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My name speak for it self, kid you know the rest
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From outta the dark, Sticky speakin codes of death
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Do you know how much bloods been spilled on my name?
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Unless you walk in my Timbs you can't feel my pain
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Got no feelings for you niggas, ice chill in my vein
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Besides the millions in the bank account, I'm still the same
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Seen my own father slain, ain't dropped one tear
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If you died right now, you think I'd fuckin care!?
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I'd get everybody in this bitch, stuck up in here
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And all that war right now, is where ya blood gets smeared
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Rappers gettin shot up, brr, it's cold out there
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I guess niggas was really dyin, or blow that year
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Wit God as my witness, I end ya career
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Cross my heart, hope to die, and all my life I swear
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[Chorus 2X]
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Soldierz
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| Fredro Starr |
