[Intro: talking] Yeah, it's 2003 ya feel me Soldier B, fresh outta Camilla On this Camilla album Watch out for these crooked cops and these haters Cause
*t hustle all the time and she shine when we hit the b*tch ball ever night in the club like we do this sh*t uptown soldier know how i roller brought
the same man Flyin' by the sky like Starscream T.B.S. & G-Unit! Fuck all the niggas on his team My money ain't over! Check it! T.B.S. Generals and G-Unit soldiers
niggaz to keep the click-ulation flawless fuck all that other bury yo brother leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under. Verse 4 *(Bart)* Bash 'em other
best flex Havin' the best sex, fuckin' in Wessex The hardcore shit, I know you like it raw 'Cause ain't no other Dog breakin' the last straw Chorus (2x): B
carry, legendary Sagittarius, style's wary And it's very necessary, get it clearly Never scary, barely worried, bright and early Bald head, straight or curly, mundane other
, Mddl Fngz up Pussy Ass Niggas Down nigga Htown texas stand up Southwest, sunnyside, PA we up in here baby Holla, know'm talking bout [Bun B]
one of the 42 million black people who are the victims of America [Paris] Aiyyo we all in together now, all in together now Hard truth soldierin, hard truth soldier
ya [Capone]: My life cri-mi-nal [Noreaga]: Chips like computers [Capone]: We are.... [Noreaga]: C.N.N. nigga [Capone]: One hand on the steerin' wheel [Noreaga]: The other
brought enough free chicken for the picnic And while the time is tickin? Automated belt drive, felt tip scribe, I?m your guide To the innermost, outermost post to the other
come wicked and dem shoot Niggaz, so niggaz retaliate and start to loot Execute, boot, stompin' Black soldier, here to teach and mold ya The innovator, dominator, narrarator R-B
'cause it's ???, or try to camoflauge me Like I ain't seein' shit clear, 'cause clearly shit gone see "B" No more of fakin' devotion when soldiers turnin
world Everybody and they mama out here shooting game Perpetrating and faking, even the got damn preacher man Gangstas harmonizing like my nigga Mo B Prime Suspects, 3rd ward soldiers
) Wood grain with the leather seats Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me Smokin' on that doshia, four niggas in the back Screaming No Limit soldiers
Uhh) Wood grain with the leather seats Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me Smokin' on that doshia Four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers
frontin', they ain't no harm y'all My crew'll break each shoulder I'm that nigga they talk about on street soldiers Cause my street soldiers are heat
with the fuckin' chrome Makin' boo-koo money on 6th and baronne All the junkies gather around and come see the man I got big twenty flippers and za peter in my other hand B
with the fuckin' chrome Makin' boo-koo money on 6th and Baronne All the junkies gather around and come see the man I got big twenty flippers and za peter in my other hand B
