[Intro - Man w/ (Royce)] We're in a situation, where everybody knows the stakes (What up Reef) We're soldier's Soldiers go to hell, it's war
1 - Royce Da 5'9"] I'm horse-back on the drums, from the kick to the Get shits in the air, shit is fixin' to flair [Spit] Spit on the beat, wrap it and it Put it out, shit on the streets, me Bust you in yo shit, and you don't you ever That's me, I respect, don't you better That's me, berretta, in the waistline 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, when on ya block is runnin That's me, wit the that could block the sun in The glock 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 them me, 5 to the 9 doo rag be tied to the side You could either ride it or die
- Royce Da 5'9"] Grooooom, yeah now you 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 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 a soldier's comin 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 we keep heat is deep, and niggas'll creep, creep
[Verse 2 - Da 5'9"] Far from you would call soft, you competing What you fall off, I'm beef, you call off me, the one that you supposedly beef wit That's me, we fought, but you kept it a Talking bout what you gon' do when you me and keep seeing me (Uh) Lying like you dying to me, and put three in me (Uh) Told him cut the jokes, but I guessed that he hearin me (Uh) Convince his self that he wan't 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 the gat in the lap, convertible style That's me, the that lurk in the dark Tear up ya hood, from 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 shit, comin out of my pump Decade funk a punk, comin 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 comin, to a block near you (Uh) soon, somebody might get popped near you (Uh) All you wanna do is rap, I'll be right 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 I can't fix, I got a tool that I brung wit me (Uh) Hardcore niggas your (Uh) Ben Franklin run this motherfucker, and in God I him (Uh) If you ever see my guns out, I'm 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 justify everything that you do)