| Soldiers
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| All I wanted to be, was a soldier, soldier
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| All I wanted to be, was a soldier, soldier
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| All I wanted to be, was a soldier
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| Twenty-fo's on slabs, use your muscle, do the math
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| Since the game is up for grabs, we ain’t even 'bout to ask
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| Fuck a cop, and his badge, man that only make me laugh
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| Givin you shit you never had, cookin dope up in the lab
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| If you mad nigga, well, you ain’t gon' do nothin punk
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| Cause I got semi-automatics comin up out of the trunk
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| Now what’chu want, you can get it, yo' baby mama let me hit it
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| Now she always tryin to kick it, you feelin smaller than a midget
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| I’m Hi Power, droppin this music by the hour
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| You can turn it up louder so I can scream on the cowards
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| I don’t hang with the fakes, never hung with the phonies
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| Down with homies like Criminal and Mr. Capone-E
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| To the phonies all on me, like I’m still sixteen
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| I got sixteen in the clip, it’s a grown man thang
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| See I’m a soldier boy, thought I told ya boy?
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| I’m the real McCoy, now watch me seek and destroy, oh boy
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| Any nigga that’s thinkin they better
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| Pushin Mo Thug to the letter, on a whole 'nother level
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| While I’m runnin with these rebels, on this Crime Lab track
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| From the Midwest to the West; |
| Cleveland, Cali and back
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| Cookin dope up in the Crime Lab, that’s what the fuck I do on the daily
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| Back with the homie from Bone, «New Revolution,» that’s the homie Layzie
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| Straight from the H.P.G., still we be the most, wanted and hated
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| Livin the life is so dangerous, walkin with gauges, ready to bang this
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| And I’m sayin this, because I always say what the fuck I wanna say
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| Live how the fuck I wanna live, play how the fuck I wanna play
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| Like Chamillionaire, yeah, I’m «Ridin' Dirty»
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| 'Bout to meet with the homie to pick up what I got in the trunk, it’s 7:30
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| And I’m up early, chasin that cheese while fools be stuck in them dreams
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| Smokin the motherfuckin bomb, mind all stuck off in the good leaves
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| Me and my thieves, we ready to ride at any given time
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| Hi Power Soldiers and Bone Thugs, yeah we on the grind
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| It’s 2006, and still we back in this bitch
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| It’s Mr. Criminal bringin it showin the whole, world what I represent
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| But stress, reppin that loco
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| Got, pride on the rise, these haters can feel these hollows — ha ha
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| Always see me with my Hi Power Soldiers ridin for the cause
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| See me rippin and trippin, I’m dippin
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| I’m comin with riders, true cowards they fall
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| It’s Mr. Silent comin off violent, startin a riot
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| You can see me in the sky, flyin a plane like a pilot
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| A survivor, tick-tock, provider, with the Westside
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| Steppin in my gang, spittin releasin knowledge full of fire (fire)
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| On the streets with the hustle
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| Comin with Layzie Bone and best believe we bringin that muscle
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| Bone Thugs, and Hi Power once again
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| Hope you tellin ya friends you can’t contend
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| You motherfuckers ain’t gon' win
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| Yeah, the unstoppable gang
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| We makin the motherfuckin world scream the Hi Power chant
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| Straight creepin, comin out of my dimension
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| Comin with sick intentions, I’m gonna get my redemption
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| Can’t see us on this block, ain’t never gonna stop
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| Bone Thugs, Hi Power straight risin to the top |