Soldier Till I Die

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Them bitch niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that
But no limit put that soldier shit on the map
You niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that
But no limit put that soldier shit on the map
Them bitch niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that
But no limit put that soldier shit on the map
Them bitch niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that
But no limit put that soldier shit on the map

Verse 1

I hit the street with my soldier fatigues, stand with my heat
I play this game for keeps and watch you bitch niggas bleed, ya heard me
Im that d-i-g nigga from the third ya dig
Fuck around with me and you get that ass served ya dig
Smoked like herb ya dig, ya heard me bitch
Im a give it to you raw and letcha burn ya dig
Ya learn ya dig, this is what you earn ya dig
Now you know the word ya dig, no limit soldiers bitch

Chours:

Master p/(magic)
Im a soldier till the day that I die (what)
Im a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
Im a soldier till the day that I die (what)
Im a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
Im a soldier till the day that I die (what)
Im a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
Im a soldier till the day that I die (what)
Im a soldier till the day that I die

Verse 2 (magic)

Bitch Im a motherfucking soldier till the day that I die
Come, get a little closer, see the tank in my eyes
Man you bitch niggas dont worry me
You screaming soldier but you fake niggas are wannabes
Yall dont wanna fuck with me
For real, nigga take this soldier shit serious
I hope you niggas are hearing us, yall niggas are fearing us
Who started this, nigga we started this shit
Work hard for the colonel, work hard for this bitch
You from the hood and yous a soldier
But if you aint that false claiming shit is over
You phony, I heard you snitching to them po-pos
Boy you aint no soldier, give it up to all them broke hoes
Boy you aint no soldier, you actin jiggy with your yay nigga
Boy you aint no soldier, but you gonna get your day nigga
Boy you aint no soldier, Im from the ninth ward where we real to this shit
We only taking what belong to us bitch
Cause we motherfucking soldiers

Chorus:

Verse 3 (master p)

Ha ha, whats up to all them motherfucking soldiers out there?
Whats up cash money nigga.
We feeling yall niggas.
Niggas think we beefing nigga but its realer then this.
Theres too much money for everyone to get.
Whats up dmx nigga, ha ha.
Jay-z, so so def, motherfucking suave house.
Them all niggas soldiers.
Motherfucking rap-a-lot, yall niggas soldiers.
Whats up mack-10 nigga, cube, e-feezy, ha ha.
Bone, yall niggas soldiers.
To the north, to the south, to the east.
And all yall real niggas and real bitches in the west, represent.
This song here is only dedicated to the real motherfuckers.
Treal motherfuckers.
Fake soldiers, nigga might take yall stripes and yall guns.
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