| A soldiers paradise
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| You can’t fuck with that
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| Smoking robalaids for hop
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| Now I’m hooked, I can’t stop
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| Twist a chop, hop in a 500 drop
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| With the big homie Bo loc drive slow
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| I got the four benz I’ll be the twins on me
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| Peeling 80 off the Alize
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| Time to put in work
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| Knocking now watching where I’m aiming out the candy gray Mercedes
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| Dam near going crazy in these savage last days
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| Busting the suckas on sight' a soldiers paradise, a soldiers paradise
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| Now it’s the Hustlah nigga I like to light ya’ll
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| But still I dwell a soldier’s paradise
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| Hustlah kill cops
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| We ain’t care about they whereabouts
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| We operate dee
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| Poppin' and keepin' the 5 on dubs
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| Smash into the club
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| Vests on our chests cuz there ain’t no love from the other side
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| They hate on ya’ll niggas cuz they get the scrilla
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| Make it multiply
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| Fuck them broke niggas
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| Mob Figaz increasin them homicides
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| Packing them choppers like baby mama’s cry
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| A soldier’s paradise
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| A muthafuckin' soldier
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| 25 trying to have mail
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| Swimming through the hood
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| Like a big whale, big daddy |
| Like a mobster eating lobster at the penthouse
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| Trying to have a million or two, no doubt
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| Bathgate got the clout nigga forever in or out
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| We blow yo brains out
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| CD’s, slang from the bay to the south
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| Ate off waited like a gangster at his house
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| A soldier’s paradise sip in this game and pay the price
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| It’s my life or your life and nigga I’m the shit
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| So I take yours quick
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| Won’t even think to load the clip
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| And that’s the way it is the way we live our life
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| A soldier’s paradise
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| Selling yay to survive
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| Fresh and kayta by my side
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| Mob figas steady mobbin'
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| When it’s time to ride
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| When it’s time to ride
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| Heard it was major league, duck tape keys and mob thugs
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| Crooked detectives, made men, and a paid judge
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| Them Mob Figaz
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| Major pain is steady mobbin'
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| Going chaotic
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| Exotic hoes and exotic pros
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| You stacking seven figures, gold bars
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| And stop rhymes
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| We on our own bank
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| Swiss accounts worth real estate
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| The life of luxury and bitches feeling me, bitches feeling me
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| It’s only one ways in nigga, no ways out
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| I’m sworn in |
| It won’t leave till I’m popped up and carried out
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| Smoked the snitches
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| Trust none of the bitches
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| Dig all the ditches for those that didn’t listen
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| Ugh stay G off hennessey and weed
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| Bathgate hit the D. A
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| So we ain’t sweated by the P.D.'s
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| Mob Figaz not your ordinary niggas
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| Squeeze the automatic triggas
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| Made millionaire figaz
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| A soldier’s paradise that' always bearing a life long gone
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| And I was lookin' at my niggas telling me to hold on
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| I’m almost gone
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| I cried a few
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| Won’t raise my tone
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| I’ll blaze the chrome
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| Bust back at a nigga with the gauge it’s on
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| His face is gone
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| We got ahead the chase is on
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| In a paradox this ain’t paradise
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| I swear this life’s been fucked up from the start
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| Half heart, half money nigga I paid my part
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| Now where’s paradise
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| till fade
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| Soldier, soldier living in a soldier’s paradise
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| Better watch your back
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| They out to get your scratch
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| In this game it’s do or die |