Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soldiers at War, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 31.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Soldiers at War |
| H.I.G.H.L.A.N.D. |
| Highland nigga |
| Heartless Insane Ghetto Hoodlum Livin’And Never Dyin' |
| That’s what I’m talkin’about |
| Rogue dawgs, when I call my Rogue dawgs |
| Rogue Dawg, niggaz |
| Fa the nine-eight |
| We’ll have to crash 'em like this nigga, yeah |
| My nigga my nigga we soldiers at war |
| Killin’off our enemies 'til it ain’t no more |
| Laws we break yo’shit we’ll take |
| Murder fo them bustas and hatas it ain’t no escape |
| Rogue Dawg fo life! |
| (Don Juan) |
| It’s the beginin of the endin fo yo ass |
| You broke ass niggaz hit the strip we need mo cash |
| This midwest side hittin’like a M-1 time to get some |
| Payback fo you bustas that laid back |
| My gats ain’t met yo next so fuck yo vest we dumpin' |
| Killin’all that punk shit that you heart be pumpin' |
| See somethin’I take it cuttin’through the red tape |
| Yo legs break tryin’to catch up who who led the race |
| It’s 5−7 Highas heaven causin’insanity |
| Whatcha handin’me we’ll have you bitch ass postin’the vanity?? |
| s Gotta recoop fuckin’with these troops |
| Soon as we see you Load up and we shoot on site |
| We turnin’out the lights my appetite for destruction |
| Got me in the mood for bustin’dumpin’accross the Missou |
| And get to huntin’for Kevin East the oo-oo |
| And nigga you knew the Rogue Dawgs rule! |
| Your so called truths get battered and bruised |
| Stackin’you fools so deadly it don’t matter the tools |
| I’m afta my dues prove if you snooze you looze |
| Prepare for war when you fuckin’wit my crew |
| Rogue for life! |
| (Scoob Nitty) |
| 265 lbs. |
| all nigga |
| And I’m good wit these dawgs nigga |
| Got steel plated balls nigga |
| Representin'57th street |
| Me and my Dawgs bringin’the heat |
| Born and raised to be a villain on these Kansas City streets |
| Best retreat when you hear my dogs barkin |
| Snarlin’got that blood boilin' |
| Midwest side carved in hangin’out the chevy now we blastin’and laughin' |
| Made to hit me smashin’on them bastards |
| Don’t be talkin’when they ask you shit got drastic on that bastard |
| Left him fo the cats that sent them straight to hell |
| Just like hosts of veil another soldier’s tale |
| Nigga the life of a coward was taken when we bailed |
| (L.V.) |
| Look I swore to die for bloodline more heartless than my father brought (nigga) |
| Load the cartridges with hollow point hard ones |
| When Rogue dawgs call it’s an all out war move |
| 56 marks it 'cause 56 swore to Heartless insaine ghetto hoodlum livin and never dyin' |
| Midwest side until my last breath on highland |
| Why should I lie? |
| I live an die for my side |
| Ride the city 'til they roll with diddy one last time |
| Let this N9ne yell out fuckem |
| Fuck 'em if he’s gon walk he’s nothin' |
| Fuck where he’s from he’ll even run when I’m comin' |
| Rogue dawg fo life no fear of death no mo |
| I swore to live a life a soldier at war |
| Rogue dawg fo life! |
| (Don Juan) |
| Are you afraid of the unknown brains get blown |
| Expose chrome to your dome 'til you stiff as stone |
| With the phone neva suck it I’m goin' |
| In the pockets and blowin muthafuckas to smitherines |
| You knowin’that it ain’t no niggaz stickin’me like K-do |
| Be warned I’m able to explode like a volcano |
| On y’all we told y’all we Rogue Dawgs |
| We know y’all this one is Hong Kong |
| Fo’you bustas and hatas we (gotta make that paper) |
| Can’t break us then take us I’ll peel you like a potato |
| Nigga wait a minute got me bustin’like a lieutenant |
| My intent is to eliminate you cynics |
| Rogue Fo’Life! |
| (Tech N9ne) |
| These young niggaz always yellin’about ridin' |
| But these bustas ain’t no muthafuckin’ridas |
| I pumpst a cock up in they bitch and then I’m slidin' |
| These wannabe hustlas can’t compare to midwest sidas |
| I’m rollin’deep wit my troopas fixin’ta expose the chrome |
| Detrimental to domes though ozone |
| Thousands of bodies bein’found around me Bottles of bud and double-U-double E-D |
| N9ne milla rhyme killa |
| Fuck wit me I’ll take that bust of myron D And throw 'em to mah Dawgs in the red sea |
| Now lets see if he can swim back to shore |
| Chunks missin’yellin’I don’t wanna mess wit tech no more |
| I know you don’t Tech N9ne I never say it again nigga |
| I know you won’t never will these niggaz lit on my friend |
| And mista scare crow bitch nigga you ain’t got to lie |
| You just a scared ho Nigga this is highland 'til we die |
| We got the triple life coast to roll wit Rogue Dawg shit |
| Bitches and niggaz all on the balls when it hit |
| I neva could understand how a nigga could come so whack |
| What? |
| Oh I ain’t talkin about me I’m talkin’about them other cats |
| Troopa! |
| My nigga my nigga we soldiers at war |
| Killin’off our enemies 'til it ain’t no more! |