and what you will find Is a toy, my friend, that you'll never forget It's not everyday that you get your skull split You like soldiers, we got soldiers
seen alotta things I weren't supposed so growin' up I lost alotta people That were closa that's why I stay up on my grind And only roll with soldiers
plead He don't really want to see me Cotton soldier, I told ya Who is it? The cotton soldier Cotton soldier, I told ya Who is it? The cotton soldier
your soldier down Even when the war is lookin' like it is right around the corner And you don't wanna leave me, believe me 'Cause I can turn you on like a personal
, you's a hoe, you's a hoe mystikal! I pack ya up like there's nothin' to be Down like a street, steady re-loadin' my weapon Like a brass knuckle, and my soldiers
[Fiend talking] So what cha' back here for Yeah, ya doin' time Want cha' to meet some people of mine, ya heard me Over here we got ,uh, David Banner,
that battered me, stayed in the grave Gravedigger be snatch my shovel and all the dirt, it ain't no worse And I curse only person they done with the
rhyme We, we can't reclaim the shirts we threw away last twirl Uncurl the note in pocket, personal brochures that dust Machine washed, that's how paper rusts Days you spend wanting
is me coming back, back to get you out To say goodbye to make amends I'm not leaving this place unless I'm leaving with you You're the only person with
seven Now I don't know much 'bout where I'm from But I know I strike fear everywhere I come Government want me dead so I wear my gun I really want the
baby Personal time it turn to grind so I'm busy daily Out of my mind trying to shine like the sun in the sky It's just because I want attention when
up and cock it I told ya One move in the wrong direction Ain't no flexin' And it's over You want a doge a g But you ain't a soldier Chopper afford You
in the upstairs Clouds in the memory I'm a headline, non-existent person I'm a shell with no name I am no one, family doesn't want me No one comes to
[Murs] I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my stomach
friends I?m a grinder, hustler, made it, done it I?m the one that ain?t scared Ya?ll n**gas don?t want it Got a personal vendetta against all these mo
nigga stands Run through yall From the ???? to the Squad We be doin' yall We leave them all stanky like Horse manure ya'll Yo it's personal to me Like a mother f**kers want
go there. If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move (If you want it fuck boy bust or motherfuckin' move.) He don't want it with me, I'll up
done snatch from me? my crip and blood thugs wanna get witcha, they mad at me cause im tellin them its personal nigga, i wanna see, if this mothafucka want