Текст песни Ghetto Twiinz f DMG, Yukmouth - Soldier Song
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Verse 1:[Mz G.B]Mz G.B bout to creep on menOn a rampage To make run vagesWhen I`m dead, from that 12 gaugeTo land in your bedAnd your brains are ready deadHeard what I saidNo brains in your foreheadKnow so much, I can`t even shitA Nigga had to loose his brains in this shitCause I take no source in this bitchNiggas always tryin` to cut a bitch shortBut, this bitch busts holes And put dead bodies in a parkLook, you don`t wanna see me head on, NiggaI be that bitch that busts domes,when you stayin` in your home, NiggaDon`t fuck with flowerass NiggasCan`t stand a coward-ass NiggaWatch your back, cause I stay bout it NiggaNiggas had the game all fucked upIs it that the runnin` they mouth to muchOr one of them hoes they fuckedI ain`t bout all thatYou get your ass torn up with all thatKeep yappin` at the mall,cause your ass went up with all thatChorus: x4[Mz G.B, T.L.T, Yukmouth]Straight soldierSomething for the soldiersNigga I`m a soldier[DMG of FACEMOB]Do or DieIt`s either homicide, suicideStraight soldierVerse 2:[T.L.T.]When I order by itY`all ja bitches best duckBut if ya duck, luckY`all still gettin` pluckedNigga whut.Y`all get ya brains knocked outFuck the talkI`m the type to show you what I`m boutFuckin` with killersBecause I love thug NiggasHittin` my NiggasI knock a head off NiggasSmokin` that weedBecause that weed keep me goin`Blow me a gun,I keep goin` and goin`Bulletproof vests,because you know I got beefFuck the speech, we bout to take it to the streetsAct a peace,you don`t wanna feel my heatBut fuck fatigues,take ya out ya miseryI`m cool with killin`,cause she know were the weed atCalliope projects,that`s where them thugs atSee I love all that violent shitHit you once in the eye,watch ya die, ya bitchYeah, yeahVerse 3:[DMG of FACEMOB]Gunslinger for my territoryThe way it`s onThese motherfucking streets I call homeOnly the strong can survive with whatI see it happen through these eyes, NiggaFor every day another lifeHard times, keep the school trueCheck out the newNow really do you wanna fewWe gangbangersUp this thang in a minuteWe soldiersNo love, for no oneFor no oneKill the motherfucking enemiesErase they whole identitySo they never started fucking with meA bitch JolieYou learned the drama come with these wordsEverydayContinuously mobbin` this wayI took the curve, slidin` in a birdI`m on my way out to the suburbsFin to fly these Niggas like birdsLet `em all burnUh, it`s do or dieYou or IIt`s either homicide or suicideChorus x4Verse 4:[Yukmouth]Bitch-ass Niggas slide up under their beds at night (Why?)Cause they know the Boogieman is coming (Oh!)Comin` in my hooptie van gunnin`And Niggas that stay frontin`But the only difference now is that they runninBecause I`m sprayin` somethingLayin` Niggas the fuck downYou ain`t sayin` nothingOr less I`m blazin` somethingDon`t hate like J or somethingNigga I`m takin` somethingBrake a Nigga for a 8 or somethingDon`t come around here drinkin` nothingOr less your ass, facin` sudden deathGauges bustingTake the cash, brake a woman jackYes indeedFlee with ten G`s to SesameB`s are we, Ke`s for freeMade this bitch pussy bleedGave that bitch what she needA long...dick in her lifeThat Nigga wasn`t dickin` her rightSo now I`m dickin` your wifeGot a slang of chickens like foster farmsWith Yukmouth written across the armAnd on the shoulder,Nigga I`m a soldierYou`re colder than the North Pole,when Santa Clause goesBein` drove by a reindeerNothing but game hereExpose my cocaine herSome raps on tracksKojak investigatin`,count the times that flown backFrom New Orleans Meet up with the Ghetto Twiinz,do our thingGet the craneReal husband Niggas know what I mean.Chorus x4