[Intro - Man w/ (Royce)] in a situation, where everybody involved knows the stakes (What up Reef) We're [echoes] don't go to hell, it's war
[Verse 1 - Da 5'9"] I'm horse-back on the drums, from the kick to the Get them shits in the air, is fixin' to flair Spit on the beat, wrap it and ship it Put it out, on the streets, that's me Bust you in yo shit, and you don't you ever That's me, I respect, don't you better That's me, chrome berretta, in the Of my own get up, I'm gone and goin (*Car horn*) me, you hear a pop and see a drop, I'm comin That's me, everybody on ya block is runnin me, wit the rocks that could block the sun in The that I got, got a box it come in I'm the fear, that Biggie and Pac is comin (Uh) The reason why them baller boys cop onions That's me, 5 to the 9 doo rag be tied to the You could either ride it or die
[Chorus - Da 5'9"] Grooooom, yeah now you know a comin He came into yo hood, and he sold you somethin He spit, wit a frozen flow, and he told you I I hear a soldier's comin, that's me Grooooom, yeah now you know a soldier's You run for it, run for it, run Yeah now you know a soldier's You run for it, run for it, run
[Bridge - Da 5'9"] We soldier's, (We) bats, (We) (We) gats, (We) game, (We) raps, (We) We soldier's, in the streets we keep Niggas is deep, and niggas'll creep,
[Verse 2 - Da 5'9"] Far from you would call soft, you competing you would fall off, I'm beef, you call off That's me, the one that you supposedly wit me, we fought, but you kept it a secret Talking bout what you gon' do when you me and keep seeing me (Uh) like you dying to catch me, and put three in me (Uh) Told him cut the jokes, but I guessed he wan't hearin me (Uh) Convince his self he wan't fearing me My niggas all killers, the bottom straight to the top Ride wit me rather they destination or not That's me, the baddest rap you heard in a Ride the gat in the lap, convertible style That's me, the killer that in the dark Tear up ya goddamn hood, from the church to the Grooooom, motherfucker, you hear that You run for it, run for it, run
[Verse 3 - Da 5'9"] Nothin' but shit, comin out of my pump Decade funk from a punk, out of my trunk (Uh) Everybody wanna thug, wit them triggers they Be shootin pip-pip guns, ain't as big as my bullets Live from Detroit comin, to a block you (Uh) Real soon, somebody get popped near you (Uh) All you wanna do is rap, be listening right After flippin a bit difference, a clip and a mic I'ma (Soldier) cool as I wanna be Gun totin, talkin to hoes, as I wanna be Who some of me, this is no problem That I fix, I got a tool that I brung wit me (Uh) Hardcore your nothin (Uh) Ben Franklin run motherfucker, and in God I trust him (Uh) If you see my guns out, I'm probly bustin Why you niggas ridin and dying, I'll be
[Outro - Da 5'9"] Uh, uh, uh, uh Royce 9, 2000 Big Reef, uh
[Man and (Woman) Beef, we soldier's, we follow codes, (Soldier's justify everything that you do)