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[Intro - Man w/ (Royce)]
We're in a situation, everybody involved knows the stakes
(What up Reef) We're [echoes]
Soldiers don't go to hell, war

1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm horse-back on the drums, from the kick to the
Get them shits in the air, shit is 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
me, I need respect, don't you better
That's me, chrome berretta, in the
Of my own get up, I'm gone and still (*Car horn*)
me, you hear a pop and see a drop, I'm comin
That's me, when on ya block is runnin
That's me, wit the that could block the sun in
The that I got, got a box it come in
I'm like the fear, that and Pac is comin (Uh)
The reason why them baller boys cop them
That's me, 5 to the 9 doo rag be tied to the
You could either with it or die

- Royce Da 5'9"]
Grooooom, now you know a soldier's comin
He came right yo hood, and he sold you somethin
He spit, wit a frozen flow, and he you somethin
I think I hear a soldier's comin, me
Grooooom, yeah now you know a comin
You run for it, run for it, run
Yeah now you know a soldier's
You run for it, run for it, run

- Royce 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,

2 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Far from what you would call soft, you
What you fall off, I'm beef, you call off
That's me, the one you supposedly beef wit
That's me, we fought, but you kept it a
Talking bout what you gon' do when you find me and keep me (Uh)
Lying you dying to catch me, and put three in me (Uh)
Told him cut the jokes, but I that he wan't hearin me (Uh)
Convince his self that he fearing me
My niggas all killers, the bottom straight to the top
Ride wit me rather they destination or not
me, the baddest rap you heard in a while
Ride with the gat in the lap, style
me, the killer that lurk in the dark
Tear up ya goddamn hood, the church to the park
Grooooom, motherfucker, you that noise
You run for it, run for it, run

[Verse 3 - Da 5'9"]
Nothin' but underground shit, comin out of my
funk from a punk, comin out of my trunk (Uh)
Everybody thug, wit them triggers they pullin
Be shootin pip-pip guns, that ain't as big as my
Live from Detroit comin, to a block you (Uh)
Real soon, might get popped near you (Uh)
All you wanna do is rap, I'll be listening
After a bit difference, between a clip and a mic
soldier (Soldier) cool as I wanna be
Gun totin, talkin to hoes, as I wanna be
Who wants of me, this is no problem
That I can't fix, I got a tool that I 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, be truckin

[Outro - Da 5'9"]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Nickel 9, 2000
Big Reef, uh

[Man and (Woman)
Beef, we soldier's, we codes, orders
(Soldier's they everything that you do)