I hope ya'll ready Check it, check it, c'mon, WOO [Busta Rhymes] Check out the technique C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks Soldier wit a quicker
Busta Rhymes I 8Off like the Assassin, now I'm blastin I'm takin over Stick you for your blue Range Rover I told ya, Rampage a real live soldier
Just one more moment, That's all that's needed, Like wounded soldiers, In need of healing, Time to be honest, This time I'm pleading, Please don't dwell
The general rode for sixteen days The horses were thirsty and tired On the trail of a renegade chief One he'd come to admire The soldiers hid behind the
those who fake, they break When they meet their four hundred pound mate If I could rule the world everyone would have a gun In the ghetto of course when giddyupin' on their horse
y'all wouldn't even matter scattered Run for the border, your career is getting shorter Nigga, better hide 'cuz I already warned ya Mo Thug Records taking over, I told ya, soldier
captain of Our crippled disguises I won't show what's underneath It's time for surprises I can't climb up your ladder I can't ride your horse I've swallowed
Pa pa ra ra Pa pa ra ra Pa pa ra ra Pa pa ra ra Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore Four score, seven bullets Yeah, hit the floor nigga
Ohh, yeah So much for first single on this one Shady's the label aftermath is a stable That the horses come out errp of course we're about to stir up
doors You don't seem to care Do you expect me to believe you? How can you really think? But you can take your horse down to the water Hold a gun at
example for the youth How bout it kids Madchild's starting an army who wanna join it Warriors raise your fists if you enjoying it Soldiers of fortune
for the cops and laws In the land where your own blood brother still plot for yours Seen things that'll drop your jaw My soldiers got dropped in war,
[Killah Priest] It's time.. I'm tied up in the basement, blindfolded by nine soldiers With rare paintings and fine sculptures, they spoke blatant Their
' tremendous speed measurin' far Been bustin' satellites circlin' Mars Verbal onslaught, bring forth physical force Of a hundred wild niggas piled in a Trojan Horse
B ez but we still smoke treezy See us rippin' the shows with thugged eezy Niggas picked me the boss, Ricky Ross Lex two-fifty horse power, click and
Slay bells jingle-lin', ring jin' jingle-lin' Horses, horses, horses, horses Slay bells jingle-lin' ring jin' jingle-lin' Santa Claus suck my balls drunk
Slay bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling Horses, horses, horses, horses Slay bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling (gunshot) Santa claus suck my
own You'll always be riding with Private Malone" Well it didn't take me long at all, I had her running good I love to hear those horses thunder underneath