Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soldier, artist - Layzie Bone. Date of issue: 22.10.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Soldier |
| Soldiers |
| All I wanted to be, was a soldier, soldier |
| All I wanted to be, was a soldier, soldier |
| All I wanted to be, was a soldier |
| Twenty-fo's on slabs, use your muscle, do the math |
| Since the game is up for grabs, we ain’t even 'bout to ask |
| Fuck a cop, and his badge, man that only make me laugh |
| Givin you shit you never had, cookin dope up in the lab |
| If you mad nigga, well, you ain’t gon' do nothin punk |
| Cause I got semi-automatics comin up out of the trunk |
| Now what’chu want, you can get it, yo' baby mama let me hit it |
| Now she always tryin to kick it, you feelin smaller than a midget |
| I’m Hi Power, droppin this music by the hour |
| You can turn it up louder so I can scream on the cowards |
| I don’t hang with the fakes, never hung with the phonies |
| Down with homies like Criminal and Mr. Capone-E |
| To the phonies all on me, like I’m still sixteen |
| I got sixteen in the clip, it’s a grown man thang |
| See I’m a soldier boy, thought I told ya boy? |
| I’m the real McCoy, now watch me seek and destroy, oh boy |
| Any nigga that’s thinkin they better |
| Pushin Mo Thug to the letter, on a whole 'nother level |
| While I’m runnin with these rebels, on this Crime Lab track |
| From the Midwest to the West; |
| Cleveland, Cali and back |
| Cookin dope up in the Crime Lab, that’s what the fuck I do on the daily |
| Back with the homie from Bone, «New Revolution,» that’s the homie Layzie |
| Straight from the H.P.G., still we be the most, wanted and hated |
| Livin the life is so dangerous, walkin with gauges, ready to bang this |
| And I’m sayin this, because I always say what the fuck I wanna say |
| Live how the fuck I wanna live, play how the fuck I wanna play |
| Like Chamillionaire, yeah, I’m «Ridin' Dirty» |
| 'Bout to meet with the homie to pick up what I got in the trunk, it’s 7:30 |
| And I’m up early, chasin that cheese while fools be stuck in them dreams |
| Smokin the motherfuckin bomb, mind all stuck off in the good leaves |
| Me and my thieves, we ready to ride at any given time |
| Hi Power Soldiers and Bone Thugs, yeah we on the grind |
| It’s 2006, and still we back in this bitch |
| It’s Mr. Criminal bringin it showin the whole, world what I represent |
| But stress, reppin that loco |
| Got, pride on the rise, these haters can feel these hollows — ha ha |
| Always see me with my Hi Power Soldiers ridin for the cause |
| See me rippin and trippin, I’m dippin |
| I’m comin with riders, true cowards they fall |
| It’s Mr. Silent comin off violent, startin a riot |
| You can see me in the sky, flyin a plane like a pilot |
| A survivor, tick-tock, provider, with the Westside |
| Steppin in my gang, spittin releasin knowledge full of fire (fire) |
| On the streets with the hustle |
| Comin with Layzie Bone and best believe we bringin that muscle |
| Bone Thugs, and Hi Power once again |
| Hope you tellin ya friends you can’t contend |
| You motherfuckers ain’t gon' win |
| Yeah, the unstoppable gang |
| We makin the motherfuckin world scream the Hi Power chant |
| Straight creepin, comin out of my dimension |
| Comin with sick intentions, I’m gonna get my redemption |
| Can’t see us on this block, ain’t never gonna stop |
| Bone Thugs, Hi Power straight risin to the top |