Wet Boys - Real Soldier lyrics

{Sound of a helicopter} [Officer 1] Juvenile You are not a soldier Put down your soldier rag and ground the chopper If you don't we will... I repeat...If ya Just blast that mutha f** {gun shots} {broken gla**} Verse 1: I'm bout that paper I'm on top and it (?) You wanted beef b**h you didn't heard I was in it You're out dare stuntin Ya run the north at da mouth Jumpin off buildins, that you don't know nothin about (Yeah) sh** it's serious You hear these lyrics that I'm spittin You see me comin I bout that K, best be gettin Fire spittin Guts and brains I be hittin (?) for (?) Look no retire, no quittin It's payback time Boy you done put it on my mind ? show, Look! You won't be hard to find I gotta do ya Even though way-back I knew ya I gottcha on scope and see right thru ya Chorus:1x Don't be no f*g boy (Put down that soldier rag) Don't be no f*g boy (Put down that soldier rag) Don't be no f*g boy (Put down that soldier rag) (Put down that soldier rag, put down that soldier rag) Don't be no f*g boy (Put down that soldier rag) Don't be no f*g boy (Put down that soldier rag) Don't be no f*g boy (Put down that soldier rag) You used to roll wit Jimmy, do that make ya a f*g Verse 2: Now whats happenin wit you You dissin me boy too Ya tired of livin, ya want ya life to be thru Ya gettin played by ya company, do they have ya out dare You think Big Boy got hags, b**h you think you really care You got beef wit one of us, they be do'n ya everythang Do ya feel like a queen, when ya listenin to the king Is that really style rap, when ya rap do ya brag You used to roll wit Jimmy, do that make ya a f*g Ya hatin 40-T, they be lovin T-Bone's tracks And it's cold how I rap Knockin Juvey off da map Still gon' wreck the Lexus Monday, tote the Legend Tuesday Flood the Benz Wednesday, f** da K, f** da uzi When you done hooked up wit Baby, ya led him to his thang Do the prior call ya Juvey, Jimmy called you Miss Stank Ya got the projects back While Cash Money maggin And get ya style rap I'm jackin Got Big Boy mad Chorus:1x Don't be no f*g boy (Put down that soldier rag) Don't be no f*g boy (Put down that soldier rag) Don't be no f*g boy (Put down that soldier rag) (Put down that soldier rag, put down that soldier rag) Don't be no f*g boy (Put down that soldier rag) Don't be no f*g boy (Put down that soldier rag) Don't be no f*g boy (Put down that soldier rag) You used to roll wit Jimmy, do that make ya a f*g Verse 3: Can ya handle ya business, can ya open up ya own When ya here come a missle, when ya leave and live alone Are you listenin to the words a real soulja speak Do you get paid for the concerts you do every week Does ya manager get half and you ten percent Did Baby take his money back for the soulja he (?) Is that really a Hummer You used to be a bummer That's somethin held ya down when ya tryin to make ya come up Boy had to have a ride (ride) Drove a number jive (jive) Never were good but that's when you be shy (shy) Do you drive ya own car, do Baby pick ya up And when Baby don't come get cha, do you be mad as f** Chorus:1x Don't be no f*g boy (Put down that soldier rag) Don't be no f*g boy (Put down that soldier rag) Don't be no f*g boy (Put down that soldier rag) (Put down that soldier rag, put down that soldier rag) Don't be no f*g boy (Put down that soldier rag) Don't be no f*g boy (Put down that soldier rag) Stop dressin drag boy (Put down that soldier rag) (You ain't no soldier boy put down that soldier rag) Hook 1:2x Now step n***a step (3x) While rap n***a rap Hook 2:1x The Wet Boys! The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire) The Wet Boys! The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire) The Wet Boys! The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire) The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire) The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire) Hook 3:2x Front line They fully-automatic Keep front line The chopper don't play Front line Cowards standin in the back Front line First where it's at [Officer 1] Juvenile you are not a soldier!