Soldierz lyrics

Artist  : Fredro Starr 
Song : Soldierz



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 feat. Sticky Fingaz, X-1

[Chorus: Fredro Starr]
I'm a soldier, ready for war, ready to shoot
I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops
I'm a baller, skatin on chrome, pushin the Coupe
I'm a hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler
Told ya, ready for war, ready to shoot
I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops
I'm a baller, skatin on chrome, pushin the Coupe
I'm a soldier, soldier, soldier, soldier

[Fredro Starr]
We play the block to the morning til the sun
comes up
Or fiends run out, hustle til them guns come out
Or deans run out, hustle til them ones stack up
Or boys roll up, we playin the block, you know
man
Niggas on the rock talkin bout the cars we roll
Chickens in the club buggin on the money we blow
Other People baby, gettin like a hundred a show
When they see us, bit*hes pass out, they holdin
the flow
Man haters don't wanna see the next man bowl
What the little nigga skippin in the Lexus for
We in it for the hed, killa what that vest if
for?
Two stacks, glocks hiddin in my Lexus dough
Now ya wanna see the ice wit the electric blow
They rather see shots flamin, not to test the row
Then we love by the minute, but we feared by more
Cuz I don't give a f**k, I'm ready to die, ready
to go

[Chorus]

[X-1]
I'm a soldier, ain't that right, ain't that what
I am?
On the block yellin 'two for five's' wit rocks in
my hand
Keep the money rolled in rubber bands, accordin
to plans
Dirty pots in the kitchen nigga shoppin in grands
While Ms. Brenda from upstairs always callin the
cops
 
Stash rocks in the mailbox, them corners is hot
Find a dumb bit*h, get a crib, open up shop
Blow it up for two months, then skip to the next
spot
This is a business man, don't mess wit that here
Who can f**k around and plus ya still love in the
air
And that's a nice little toy ya got, let's raise
that
Put ya title on the line, big baller, let's bet
that
I don't need trees, nigga, all I need is them G's
Money's my high, dollar signs stuck in my eyes
Don't come to this strip, bit*h, unless you comin
to buy
It's nothin to hide, drug dealers lovin they lies

[Chorus]

[Sticky Fingaz]
I come thru the block, niggas hold they breath
They heart pump fear, they stand there, hold they
chest
My name speak for it self, kid you know the rest
From outta the dark, Sticky speakin codes of
death
Do you know how much bloods been spilled on my
name?
Unless you walk in my Timbs you can't feel my
pain
Got no feelings for you niggas, ice chill in my
vein
Besides the millions in the bank account, I'm
still the same
Seen my own father slain, ain't dropped one tear
If you died right now, you think I'd f**kin
care!?
I'd get everybody in this bit*h, stuck up in here
And all that war right now, is where ya blood
gets smeared
Rappers gettin shot up, brr, it's cold out there
I guess niggas was really dyin, or blow that year
Wit God as my witness, I end ya career
Cross my heart, hope to die, and all my life I
swear

[Chorus 2X]