[Intro - Man w/ (Royce)] in a situation, where everybody involved knows the stakes (What up Reef) We're [echoes] 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 them shits in the air, shit is fixin' to [Spit] Spit on the beat, wrap it and it Put it out, on the streets, that's me Bust you in yo shit, and tell you don't you That's me, I need respect, don't you me, chrome berretta, in the waistline Of my own get up, I'm gone and goin (*Car horn*) That's me, you hear a pop and see a drop, I'm me, when everybody on ya block is runnin That's me, wit the rocks could block the sun in The glock I got, got a box it come in I'm like the fear, that and Pac is comin (Uh) The reason why them baller cop them onions That's me, 5 to the 9 doo rag be tied to the You could either ride it or die
- Royce Da 5'9"] Grooooom, yeah now you know a soldier's He came right into yo hood, and he you somethin He spit, wit a frozen flow, and he told you 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 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 we keep heat Niggas is deep, and creep, creep
2 - Royce Da 5'9"] Far what 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 That's me, we fought, but you kept it a bout what you gon' do when you find me and keep seeing me (Uh) Lying like you to catch me, and put three in me (Uh) him cut the jokes, but I guessed that he wan't 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 That's me, the baddest rap you in a while with the gat in the lap, convertible style That's me, the killer that in the dark up ya goddamn hood, from the church to the park Grooooom, motherfucker, you hear noise You run for it, run for it, run
[Verse 3 - Da 5'9"] Nothin' but underground shit, comin out of my Decade funk a punk, comin out of my trunk (Uh) Everybody wanna thug, wit them they pullin Be shootin pip-pip guns, ain't as big as my bullets Live from Detroit comin, to a near you (Uh) soon, somebody might get popped near you (Uh) All you do is rap, I'll be listening right After flippin a bit difference, between a and a mic I'ma soldier (Soldier) as I wanna be Gun totin, talkin to hoes, as I wanna be Who wants some of me, this is no That I can't fix, I got a tool that I wit me (Uh) Hardcore niggas your (Uh) Ben Franklin run motherfucker, and in God I trust him (Uh) If you ever see my guns out, I'm probly Why you niggas ridin and dying, I'll be
[Outro - Da 5'9"] Uh, uh, uh, uh Royce Nickel 9, Big Reef, uh
[Man and (Woman) Beef, we soldier's, we codes, orders (Soldier's they justify that you do)