Royce Da 5'9" - Soldier's Story lyrics

[Verse 1] Ugh ugh What up Reef? Yo, I'm horse-backin' the drum from the kick to the snare Get them sh**s in the air, the sh** is fixin' to flare Spit on a beat, wrap it and ship it Put it out, sh** on the streets, that's me Bust you in your sh** and tell you don't you ever, that's me I need respect, don't you better, that's me Chrome beretta, in the waist line of my own get up I'm goin' and still goin', that's me You hear a pop, see a drop, I'm comin', that's me When everybody on your block is runnin', that's me With the rocks that can block the sun in The Glock that I got a box it come in I'm like the fear that Biggie and Pac is comin' The reason why them baller boys cop them onions, that's me Five to the Nine, dew-rag be tied to the side You can either ride wit' it or die [Hook] DRRROOOM! There, now you know a soldier's comin' He came right in to ya hood and he sold you somethin' He spit with a frozen flow and he told you somethin' I think I hear a soldier comin', that's me DRRROOOM! There, now you know a soldier's comin' You better run for it, run for it, run! There now you know the soldier is comin' You better run for it, run for it, run! We soldiers, we bats, chains, gats, game, raps, names We soldiers, in the streets we keep heat n***as is deep and n***as'll creep [Verse 2] Far from what you would call soft Compete and watch you fall off I'm beef you call off, that's me The one you supposedly beef with, that's me We fought, but you kept it a secret Talking about what you gonna do when find me and keep seeing me Liein' like you diein' to catch me and put three in me Told him cut the jokes, but I guess that he wasn't hearin' me Convince himself that he wasn't fearin' me My n***as all k**ers from the bottom straight to the top Ride with me whether they know the destination or not, that's me The baddest rap you heard in a while Ride with the gat in the lap, convertible style, that's me The k**er that lerk in the dark, tear up every god damn hood From the church to the park DRRROOOM! Motherf**er, you hear that noise? You better run for it, run for it, run! [Hook] [Verse 3] Nothin' but underground sh** comin' out of my pump Decaid funk from a punk comin' out of my truck Everybody wanna thug with them triggers they pullin' Be shooting pip-pip guns that ain't as big as my bullets Live from Detroit coming to a block near you Real soon so somebody might get popped near you All you wanna do is rap, I be listenin' right Have to flip a big difference between a clip and a mic I'm a soldier, cool as I want to be, gun totin' Talking to hoes, rude as I want to be, who wants some of me? This is no problem that I can't fix, I got a crew that I brung with me Hardcore n***as you're nothin' Ben Franklin run this motherf**er and in God I trust 'em If you ever see my guns out, they probably bustin' While you n***as is ridin' or diein', I'll be truckin' [Hook] Ugh ugh ugh ugh Royce Nickel-Nine 2000 Big Reef ugh