| Lyrics: | [Intro - Man talking w (Royce)]
We're in a situation, where everybody involved knows the
stakes
(What up Reef) We're soldier's [echoes]
Soldiers don't go to hell, it's
war
[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm horse-back on the drums, from the kick to the
snare
Get them shits in the air, shit is fixin' to flair
[Spit] Spit on the beat, wrap it
and ship it
Put it out, shit on the streets, that's me
Bust you in yo shit, and tell you
don't you ever
That's me, I need respect, don't you better
That's me, chrome berretta, in
the waistline
Of my own get up, I'm gone and still goin (*Car horn*)
That's me, you hear a
pop and see a drop, I'm comin
That's me, when everybody on ya block is runnin
That's me, wit
the rocks that could block the sun in
The glock that I got, got a box it come in
I'm like
the fear, that Biggie and Pac is comin (Uh)
The reason why them baller boys cop them
onions
That's me, 5 to the 9 doo rag be tied to the side
You could either ride with it or
die
[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
Grooooom, yeah now you know a soldier's comin
He came
right into yo hood, and he sold you somethin
He spit, wit a frozen flow, and he told you
somethin
I think I hear a soldier's comin, that's me
Grooooom, yeah now you know a soldier's
comin
You better run for it, run for it, run
Yeah now you know a soldier's comin
You
better run for it, run for it, run
[Bridge - Royce Da 5'9"]
We soldier's, (We) bats,
(We) chains
(We) gats, (We) game, (We) raps, (We) names
We soldier's, in the streets we keep
heat
Niggas is deep, and niggas'll creep, creep
[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Far from
what you would call so |
