Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soldier , by - Royce 5'9. Release date: 19.10.2009
Song language: English
Soldier |
| Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff |
| I’m feelin like the best, nobody — bring it back |
| Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff |
| I’m feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us |
| We done turned to a bygone don crew |
| We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou |
| A lifetime criminal, live by a code we call shush |
| Fireman ladder flow, look at it, my bar is up |
| As you can see I’m a beast on the track |
| I’m even worse, I’m the hearse with the reef on the back |
| I’m like the gun at the race, son you only get one shot |
| My album is the finish line, here’s where your run stops |
| 'bout to go fishin with a clip that’s extended |
| Because your momma got a glass eye with a fish in it |
| I-I think my, niggas is soldiers |
| I-I think my, bitches is gangstas |
| I-I think my, niggas is soldiers |
| I-I think my, I-I think (HUT!) |
| I get money, I get bitches, I get bored or — bring it back |
| I get bitches, I get money, no specific order |
| Filthy hit recorder, wipe or Ricky mixed with Ricky Porter |
| Butchie Jones mixed with Mr. Combs with the Tookie aura |
| I’m a muh’fucker, no really I fuck mothers |
| I chug bottles and pass out on they La-Z-Boy |
| She try to leave them lil' niglets with me? |
| Shit |
| I treat 'em all like I’m Snoop Dogg in «Baby Boy» |
| Leave me alone, I’m Hancock |
| Liquor sto' close I’m swoopin 'round hittin the second-hand spot |
| I don’t fuck with no ho unless she a dancer |
| There’s no position, drug or liquor she can’t try |
| I’m Cancer, me versus them is a landslide |
| If your face is fly, and your body is decent |
| This your inauguration the same time your impeachment |
| I got a lotta anger, I was hot before your first shit |
| Not your album, but before your momma potty trained ya |
| I-I think my, niggas is soldiers |
| I-I think my, bitches is gangstas |
| I-I think my, niggas is soldiers |
| I-I think my, I-I think (HUT!) |
| Where my soldiers attack, it’s a wrap, hold up |
| When my soldiers attack, it’s a wrap |
| One clap’ll lay you unconscious, bullets alpha-mega slap |
| Cock grenade here, think we scared? |
| No way |
| Set your ass up like the cops did O. J |
| Fo' spray his body make his chest explode |
| The barrel on the shotty wide as KRS’s nose, partner |
| Buck-shot ya, rap like a automatic gun |
| Lungs stoppin means you can’t breathe proper |
| Yeah, they like I’m on some other shit |
| Whole clique hold heat like a oven mitt |
| To fuck with this you want me on wax |
| So I’mma tax you lil' local rappers worse than the government |
| Bastard, the closest you niggas been |
| To a shotgun is in the car front seat passenger |
| How 'bout you take a trip in the trunk? |
| Ride to the pastor for a casket to hold ya, it’s over! |
| I-I think my, niggas is soldiers |
| I-I think my, bitches is gangstas |
| I-I think my, niggas is soldiers |
| I-I think my, I-I think (HUT!) |
| I-I think my, niggas is soldiers |
| I-I think my, bitches is gangstas |
| I-I think my, niggas is soldiers |
| I-I think my, I-I think (HUT!) |