up [DJ Clue] Yeah, Caller number two You on the line [Verse 2: Queen Pen] I got some raps for the streets My niggas pack the heats My soldiers
gettin drained by L.A. Trying to find piece of mind is like trying to find a gold mine it just wont happen no time for relaxin Real soldiers of
Intro- Spoken:] Yeah I know sometimes things may not always make sense to you right now But hey, what daddy always tell you? Straighten up little soldier
one for the money two for the fuckin show Ready get set, let's go Here comes the ?? stompin and stampedin up the damn street Like them buffalo soldiers
to explode Rather die Murder mutha-fuckas lyrically And I'm not gonna cry Me A born leader Never leave the block without my heater Two big pitts I
wild wheel spinnin One sip a minute is represented for five minutes Two of the livest wanted dead or alive We riders inventers because we ain't quiet and watch the G's ride Two
the block, the fun stops Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop I wonder when the world stopped caring last night Two kids shot while the whole
' whoever strapped Introduce you to the pleasure and the pain, you can go so far Just sell me your soul, and live the life.. (of a ghetto star) [Verse Two
thats whatsup [Tony Yayo] I get money, money I got so its a 100 grams or better when I'm going to cop I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier
Now fighting rages on and on To challenge me you must be strong. I'll walk your land but don't be long, Two million soldiers can't be wrong. Its no
teachers ?? Backspace my brain My equilibrium gone Dark star Just an eye that is closing ??? From a sky lit terrain One, two One, two You know what
livin Children, groovin, women, confusion Then go away, it's time to understand Everyone's got to make a livin Nineteen-ninety-two and, you and I
it, taste it, taste it)] Here we go Ay yo, ladies where you at c'mon c'mon Ladies where you at c'mon c'mon You ready to freak out ladies? Yeah, soldiers
with a bop and walk with a strut And I always rep for the block and we all for the bucks And we always step in the spot and be all for the cut Vallet block two
crunch time for me to shine I’m a show you easily for me to take mines Pass my nickel plated nine, call me einstein Buck a shot two times and stick you
grip for the unload Father forgive me for my sins but I'ma raise hell to the bitter end - I'm a soldier! Chorus [Lil' Fame] Fuck the bullshit!
her thong Now all my people are muggin and singin the song, I'm sayin [Verse Two] Shit still boomin in two-thousand and three My shit still boomin in two
in this motherfucker Take you a guess Chorus Yeah-Yeah All my niggas Yeah-yeah all my bitches Yeah-yeah all my thugs Yeah-yeah all my soldiers