[Intro - Man talking w/ (Royce)]
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We're in a situation, where everybody involved knows the stakes
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(What up Reef) We're soldier's [echoes]
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Soldiers don't go to hell, it's war
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[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
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I'm horse-back on the drums, from the kick to the snare
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Get them shits in the air, shit is fixin' to flair
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[Spit] Spit on the beat, wrap it and ship it
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Put it out, shit on the streets, that's me
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Bust you in yo shit, and tell you don't you ever
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That's me, I need respect, don't you better
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That's me, chrome berretta, in the waistline
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Of my own get up, I'm gone and still goin (*Car horn*)
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That's me, you hear a pop and see a drop, I'm comin
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That's me, when everybody on ya block is runnin
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That's me, wit the rocks that could block the sun in
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The glock that I got, got a box it come in
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I'm like the fear, that Biggie and Pac is comin (Uh)
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The reason why them baller boys cop them onions
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That's me, 5 to the 9 doo rag be tied to the side
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You could either ride with it or die
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[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
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Grooooom, yeah now you know a soldier's comin
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He came right into yo hood, and he sold you somethin
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He spit, wit a frozen flow, and he told you somethin
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I think I hear a soldier's comin, that's me
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Grooooom, yeah now you know a soldier's comin
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You better run for it, run for it, run
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Yeah now you know a soldier's comin
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You better run for it, run for it, run
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[Bridge - Royce Da 5'9"]
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We soldier's, (We) bats, (We) chains
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(We) gats, (We) game, (We) raps, (We) names
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We soldier's, in the streets we keep heat
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Niggas is deep, and niggas'll creep, creep
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[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9"]
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Far from what you would call soft, you competing
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What you would fall off, I'm beef, you call off
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That's me, the one that you supposedly beef wit
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That's me, we fought, but you kept it a secret
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Talking bout what you gon' do when you find me and keep seeing me (Uh)
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Lying like you dying to catch me, and put three in me (Uh)
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Told him cut the jokes, but I guessed that he wan't hearin me (Uh)
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Convince his self that he wan't fearing me
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My niggas all killers, from the bottom straight to the top
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Ride wit me rather know they destination or not
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That's me, the baddest rap you heard in a while
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Ride with the gat in the lap, convertible style
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That's me, the killer that lurk in the dark
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Tear up ya goddamn hood, from the church to the park
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Grooooom, motherfucker, you hear that noise
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You better run for it, run for it, run
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Royce Da 5'9"]
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Nothin' but underground shit, comin out of my pump
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Decade funk from a punk, comin out of my trunk (Uh)
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Everybody wanna thug, wit them triggers they pullin
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Be shootin pip-pip guns, that ain't as big as my bullets
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Live from Detroit comin, to a block near you (Uh)
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Real soon, somebody might get popped near you (Uh)
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All you wanna do is rap, I'll be listening right
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After flippin a bit difference, between a clip and a mic
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I'ma soldier (Soldier) cool as I wanna be
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Gun totin, talkin to hoes, rude as I wanna be
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Who wants some of me, this is no problem
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That I can't fix, I got a tool that I brung wit me (Uh)
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Hardcore niggas your nothin (Uh)
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Ben Franklin run this motherfucker, and in God I trust him (Uh)
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If you ever see my guns out, I'm probly bustin
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Why you niggas ridin and dying, I'll be truckin
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge]
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[Outro - Royce Da 5'9"]
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Uh, uh, uh, uh
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Royce Nickel 9, 2000
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Big Reef, uh
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[Man and (Woman) talking]
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Beef, we soldier's, we follow codes, orders
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(Soldier's they justify everything that you do)
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Soldier's Story
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Royce Da 5'9'' |