Bun B - Soldierz lyrics

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Bun B - Soldierz lyrics

(Bun B) Remorse Vengeance Lost of a loved one Relative in commander to the game of life, in which one chose to adapt to as a gangsta Enter my mind Fill my heart My emotional pain Can you feel it? Naw Can you feel it? If you havent experienced that nature of life, its gutta Chorus: (Cobe) I got this drama Dont worry momma Cuz I got the armor On my back, when I Drive through the streets Everybody on me Tryin to take my life But I don't give a What about that Grip that thang co*k that back You don't wanna be (GONE) Another goner (GONE) In the game (GONE) Another soldier (GONE) In a grave (GONE) Bendin' corners (GONE) Finna bang (GONE) Another soldier (LONG GONE) In the grave (grave 7x) (BUN B) We are the mighty Middle Fingaz We do not accept hate Love us or die (MDDL FNGZ) Yeah fatboy slow, but a n***a aint quick Ho limped through the door, lay a n***a on his d*ck Open up tha door, n***a standing like "sh*t" Fifteen full bricks, same price for a hit n***a I done done it, it aint gotta be a lick And if I'm plexin wit you patna then the choppa gon piss Shootin up ya corna make a sound like "Swish" But I low so gat cuz the chopper don't miss. (BUN B) No the choppa gon hit Bound to leave ya dome split Lose ya bodily functions Have me think you gon sh*t Middle fingaz, strong click Bun B, the strong spit Put you six feet under Why not have a long sit Long walk, short pier Mane have a long flip Got the streets on lock And got the yola on whip Tell momma we comin home so dont trip (MDDL FNGZ) If I Tee, dont worry bout me Momma I'm a G I know how to handle n***as tryin to come up on me Tryin to run up on me Thinkin you gon try me sh*t in a bag Drinkin through a IV So appreciate ya breath While you got some left Ya life's a bi*ch They got permanent PMS And my only fear of d**h is reincarnation So it aint sh*t for me to make you n***as ER patients Another soldier in the grave (Chorus) (B.A.N.D.I.T) Two nines, four clips Prayin that you n***as trip Lookin for some trouble Finna bust you n***as bubble And I don't give a fu*k about your happy meal mug We can go toe to toe, or trade these slugs So catch a square n***a And I won't budge Don't plea bargain now, n***a save it for the judge I might have you n***as lookin like a strawberry fanta Did so much, done burned myself, retire my bandanna SOUTHWEST got them soldiers Some movin doja Some movin X but they mostly movin yola Wit guns in tha holsta We never leave tha toasta Face could wind up on a rest in peace poster Rest in peace? No suh Pissin on ya gravesite Then get real n***a wit it and go fu*k ya wife So think twice one for you and ya momma life Band I-T, shoot the soldiers like I shoot tha dice (BUN B) For my n***a Bad Ass Bam, I'll open ya head For Young Lo, I'll let that forty-fo fill ya wit lead For Big Munsta, I'll pull out the Thompson and straight squeeze it Behind Sean Wee I'll cut you off at the knees For the Band I-T, I'll close range ya with the mac And for K.S.O lot, I'll put the glock to ya back Middle Finga, this aint a act This uncut coke Dont ever play us for a joke You'll get ya bi*ch-a** smoked We go for broke (Chorus)

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