Soldierz

Lyrics

[Chorus: DJ Kay Slay & VL Deck] Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I'm in the back, uh Only see me if you act up Motherfuckers should've warned you I would go to war for my soldiers I go militant, I'm havin' villians, bitch Pull up on that nonsense, jump out with long sticks Bullet ricocheting through project bricks The crime rate at its highest peak, damn [Verse 1: DJ Paul] See my killers ain't in videos, no They at the crib cleanin' shoes and guns See my player partners, they don't run about the hoes, no They too busy puttin' these hoes on the run Go get my money, I needs my money Bitch ain't even smilin' 'cause ain't shit funny A nigga with a pussy, I ride on A bitch with a pussy, I slide on Ho ass nigga try to run up on me Then know I had that nine on me like [Interlude: DJ Paul] Hahahaha What the fuck you thought you was gonna do, huh? What the fuck you thought you was gonna do Sit on the motherfuckin' ground and tie your shoes together, bitch You can't rob the robber, nigga (You got it?) C'mon, c'mon [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Hit his punk ass with the gun or the lime I don't take chances, I don't take time, on Christ What a fool, what a waste of life Kay Slay my big brother, we been gettin' money, splittin' royalties Almost 20 years, still eatin' together, that's loyalty, yeah [Chorus: DJ Kay Slay & VL Deck] Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I'm in the back, uh Only see me if you act up Motherfuckers should've warned you I would go to war for my soldiers I go militant, I'm havin' villians, bitch Pull up on that nonsense, jump out with long sticks Bullet ricocheting through project bricks The crime rate at its highest peak, damn [Verse 3: VL Deck] Been about the crashin', put me in the front seat I'm hard-bodied, can't a nigga punk me (I fight good) I can get grimy like Brooklyn nights, all broad day Dress up like a bomb, ooh, I was made to spray I'm clutchin' on a dirty drake, give you 97 like Slay When I'm up top I mix the sour with gorilla ape Got the camel boots strapped with a MAC-10 Take whoever to war, make you do a backbend (Damn) [Chorus: DJ Kay Slay & VL Deck] Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I'm in the back, uh Only see me if you act up Motherfuckers should've warned you I would go to war for my soldiers I go militant, I'm havin' villians, bitch Pull up on that nonsense, jump out with long sticks Bullet ricocheting through project bricks The crime rate at its highest peak, damn [Verse 3: Trae tha Truth] Black, black Bugatti, Texas white the spokes Opps should go with the stealing, seats covered in smoke Realest nigga they know, shooter from down below Somewhere inside the ghetto with temperatures low as snow Keep a set of arms longer than dirt, trippin', I send 'em to work Leave your ass open for target practice and drop you in dirt Put you inside of a box, bet you that talkin' Gon' get you put in situations like a preacher, you're prayin' it stop You can tell 'em I play to win games Ain't no option for losing Bitch, I'm thuggin' like Pac is back Tell 'em picture me cruisin' Ask Slay, I'm on that drama shit Open hand slap me a motherfucker And show him I'm 'bout that drama, bitch [Chorus: DJ Kay Slay & VL Deck] Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I'm in the back, uh Only see me if you act up Motherfuckers should've warned you I would go to war for my soldiers I go militant, I'm havin' villians, bitch Pull up on that nonsense, jump out with long sticks Bullet ricocheting through project bricks The crime rate at its highest peak, damn