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Ghetto Twiinz - Soldier Song lyrics
f/ DMG, Yukmouth Verse 1: [Mz G.B] Mz G.B bout to creep on men On a rampage To make run vages When I'm dead, from that 12 gauge To land in your bed And your brains are ready dead Heard what I said No brains in your forehead Know so much, I can't even shit A Nigga had to loose his brains in this shit Cause I take no source in this bitch Niggas always tryin' to cut a bitch short But, this bitch busts holes And put dead bodies in a park Look, you don't wanna see me head on, Nigga I be that bitch that busts domes, when you stayin' in your home, Nigga Don't fuck with flowerass Niggas Can't stand a coward-ass Nigga Watch your back, cause I stay bout it Nigga Niggas had the game all fucked up Is it that the runnin' they mouth to much Or one of them hoes they fucked I ain't bout all that You get your ass torn up with all that Keep yappin' at the mall, cause your ass went up with all that Chorus: x4 [Mz G.B, T.L.T, Yukmouth] Straight soldier Something for the soldiers Nigga I'm a soldier [DMG of FACEMOB] Do or Die It's either homicide, suicide Straight soldier Verse 2: [T.L.T.] When I order by it Y'all ja bitches best duck But if ya duck, luck Y'all still gettin' plucked Nigga whut. Y'all get ya brains knocked out Fuck the talk I'm the type to show you what I'm bout Fuckin' with killers Because I love thug Niggas Hittin' my Niggas I knock a head off Niggas Smokin' that weed Because that weed keep me goin' Blow me a gun, I keep goin' and goin' Bulletproof vests, because you know I got beef Fuck the speech, we bout to take it to the streets Act a peace, you don't wanna feel my heat But fuck fatigues, take ya out ya misery I'm cool with killin', cause she know were the weed at Calliope projects, that's where them thugs at See I love all that violent shit Hit you once in the eye, watch ya die, ya bitch Yeah, yeah Verse 3: [DMG of FACEMOB] Gunslinger for my territory The way it's on These motherfucking streets I call home Only the strong can survive with what I see it happen through these eyes, Nigga For every day another life Hard times, keep the school true Check out the new Now really do you wanna few We gangbangers Up this thang in a minute We soldiers No love, for no one For no one Kill the motherfucking enemies Erase they whole identity So they never started fucking with me A bitch Jolie You learned the drama come with these words Everyday Continuously mobbin' this way I took the curve, slidin' in a bird I'm on my way out to the suburbs Fin to fly these Niggas like birds Let 'em all burn Uh, it's do or die You or I It's either homicide or suicide Chorus x4 Verse 4: [Yukmouth] Bitch-ass Niggas slide up under their beds at night (Why?) Cause they know the Boogieman is coming (Oh!) Comin' in my hooptie van gunnin' And Niggas that stay frontin' But the only difference now is that they runnin Because I'm sprayin' something Layin' Niggas the fuck down You ain't sayin' nothing Or less I'm blazin' something Don't hate like J or something Nigga I'm takin' something Brake a Nigga for a 8 or something Don't come around here drinkin' nothing Or less your ass, facin' sudden death Gauges busting Take the cash, brake a woman jack Yes indeed Flee with ten G's to Sesame B's are we, Ke's for free Made this bitch pussy bleed Gave that bitch what she need A long...dick in her life That Nigga wasn't dickin' her right So now I'm dickin' your wife Got a slang of chickens like foster farms With Yukmouth written across the arm And on the shoulder, Nigga I'm a soldier You're colder than the North Pole, when Santa Clause goes Bein' drove by a reindeer Nothing but game here Expose my cocaine her Some raps on tracks Kojak investigatin', count the times that flown back From New Orleans Meet up with the Ghetto Twiinz, do our thing Get the crane Real husband Niggas know what I mean. Chorus x4 |
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