Song Lyrics
i m come from a small town where organized crime is the rule
And pray to god you make it to see twenty-one, niggaz gon kill you
I m a soldier, go put your pack up and pick up your fo pound
i m a soldier
I m a soldier, they say i must like beef
liquor stores never close
standin out on the street corner
I hope you motherfuckers out there brought an extra clip, we on that bishop in juice shit
They lick a nigga dick quick and know where that good at money don t make a nigga change, i m a soldier Buck, they say i must like beef
Niggaz gon kill you, i m a soldier
he even got his baby mama walkin with a full clip
Cause 50 got fifty enemies, and pray to god you make it to see twenty-one, and let me show you how puttin in work goes
Go put your pack up and pick up your fo pound, let them niggaz go right there
and pray to god you make it to see twenty-one
i hope you motherfuckers out there brought an extra clip
You kill niggaz without permission, that s why you see the lil kids with the heat on em
Standin out on the street corner, i m come from a small town where organized crime is the rule, hit the lights nigga
i m a soldier
And let me show you how puttin in work goes, i hope you motherfuckers out there brought an extra clip
that s why you see the lil kids with the heat on em
They say i must like beef, i done told ya don t make me fuck you up leave your head bust
Fucked a couple of r b hoes, the fo -fo bulldog small enough to fit in a nigga boot, whatever you wanna do nigga
Go put your pack up and pick up your fo pound, hop out but they can t catch us they never even get a chance to say drop your weapons Buck, let them niggaz go right there
But if they fight him they gotta fight me come ridin through these dirt roads, whatever you wanna do nigga, go put your pack up and pick up your fo pound
Niggaz gon kill you, a place where you make the wrong turn
So it s wherever, i m a soldier Buck, i m a soldier
It s bout to go down, the south ain t safe no mo so get a gun Buck, kick in your back door and take all that white shit
Niggaz gon kill you, hit the lights nigga
go put your pack up and pick up your fo pound
Man i don t give a fuck, we on that bishop in juice shit
You gon make me crawl through your backyard and cut off your light switch, niggaz gon kill you, we bang the rags too
the fo -fo bulldog small enough to fit in a nigga boot
I hope you motherfuckers out there brought an extra clip, red and blue
it s bout to go down
and let me show you how puttin in work goes
Hit the lights nigga, but if they fight him they gotta fight me come ridin through these dirt roads
That s why you see the lil kids with the heat on em, we bang the rags too, i done told ya don t make me fuck you up leave your head bust
Niggaz gon kill you, liquor stores never close
Police pull out, niggaz know when it s war the whole hood ride, i m a soldier
This shit ain t out only there on the west side fool, you kill niggaz without permission Young, welcome to cashville motherfuckers