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 [x7]) [Bun B
I'm a soldier boy Remembering his love I promised her that I I would always be true Remembering her heart As we marched out of sight I saw three tears
[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
Get money nigga Yeah - aw yeah Dedicate this one to all the hustlers that get up every motherfuckin mornin and put they work in I see you - I see you
(feat. DMX) Jay-Z: Turn the lights all the way Turn the lights all the way down What Uhhuh Yeah (Uhh) Come on Big flow (GGRRRRRR) Come on yeah come
Well, i don't wanna be a soldier mama, i don't wanna die well, i don't wanna be a sailor mama, i don't wanna fly well, i don't wanna be a failure mama
mama, I don't wanna lie Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mama, I don't wanna die Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, hey! Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mama
an its cooked right Weezy be the crack in the jar and he shook right And im the nigga standin over the stove Wit a good price wit a b? ride bitch Drive
(feat. Styles P) I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover, whipping work, halleluiah, one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start
(intro) One more day, with a tumble fall, Down the money pit, with nothing to show Hey hey yeah Another twist, in the horror tale It's an open coffin,
in nicaragua ma quelli co sordi, fama e fica su una jaguar! (rit) chopped-n-screwed vogliamo soldi, fama, fica ed una spider vogliamo soldi, fama, fica ed una spider vogliamo soldi
, [HO] Mais qui t'a dit de neglige le Wati-B, Triple disque de platine dans ton calvu akhi breh, Mais qui t'as dit que le Wati B n'allait pas tout nique
what I got weed for People I'm in beast mode, why'd you think I got these teeth for Why do I rep that east side and why do they all call me B.O But see
Boom!) Right before your eyes, forget about the dividends I just want to say I remember when [B.o.B:] Well, it's B to the O, O to the B You know it's
smack flames out ya, pick ya money up and roof ya dice Yo, you done know were we from (FROM) soldier, come (COME) soldier Jump (JUMP) soldier, you been
over ya head I could hire trained soldiers instead Cause I rather flip shit call a dame over for head Sip gin 'tiil I wake with hang overs in bed F-A-B
Dinkin Roasters When I'm blowin' my heaters point blank and closer Face show on the streets and it ain't from posters Sells get low on my heat I got anxious soldiers
duck fitted to my mouth is chrome Don't get it backwards, Stuck Shore South is home Pelle who, soon to be caked out and blown Boss of the bosses, Pricehead, Soldier