Текст песни Royce the 5`9" - Soldier`s Story
Royce the 5`9" - Soldier`s Story слова песни
Ugh ugh What up Reef?Yo, I`m horse-backin` the drum from the kick to the snareGet them shits in the air, the shit is fixin` to flareSpit on a beat, wrap it and ship itPut it out, shit on the streets, that`s meBust you in your shit and tell you don`t you ever, that`s meI need respect, don`t you better, that`s meChrome beretta, in the waist line of my own get upI`m goin` and still goin`, that`s meYou hear a pop, see a drop, I`m comin`, that`s meWhen everybody on your block is runnin`, that`s meWith the rocks that can block the sun inThe glock that I got a box it come inI`m like the fear that Biggie and Pac is comin`The reason why them baller boys cop them onions, that`s meFive to the Nine, dew-rag be tied to the sideYou can either ride wit` it or dieCHORUS:DRRROOOM! There, now you know a soldier`s comin`He came right in to ya hood and he sold you somethin`He spit with a frozen flow and he told you somethin`I think I hear a soldier comin`, that`s meDRRROOOM! There, now you know a soldier`s comin`You better run for it, run for it, run!There now you know the soldier is comin`You better run for it, run for it, run!We soldiers, we bats, chains, gats, game, raps, namesWe soldiers, in the streets we keep heatNiggas is deep and niggas`ll creepFar from what you would call softCompete and watch you fall offI`m beef you call off, that`s meThe one you supposedly beef with, that`s meWe fought, but you kept it a secretTalking about what you gonna do when find me and keep seeing meLiein` like you diein` to catch me and put three in meTold him cut the jokes, but I guess that he wasn`t hearin` meConvince himself that he wasn`t fearin` meMy niggas all killers from the bottom straight to the topRide with me whether they know the destination or not, that`s meThe baddest rap you heard in a whileRide with the gat in the lap, convertible style, that`s meThe killer that lerk in the dark, tear up every god damn hoodfrom the church to the parkDRRROOOM! Motherfucker, you hear that noise?You better run for it, run for it, run!CHORUSNothin` but underground shit comin` out of my pumpDecaid funk from a punk comin` out of my truckEverybody wanna thug with them triggers they pullin`Be shooting pip-pip guns that ain`t as big as my bulletsLive from Detroit coming to a block near youReal soon so somebody might get popped near youAll you wanna do is rap, I be listenin` rightHave to flip a big difference between a clip and a micI`m a soldier, cool as I want to be, gun totin`Talking to hoes, rude as I want to be, who wants some of me?This is no problem that I can`t fix, I got a crew that I brung with meHardcore niggas you`re nothin`Ben Franklin run this motherfucker and in God I trust `emIf you ever see my guns out, they probably bustin`While you niggas is ridin` or diein`, I`ll be truckin`[Chorus]We soldiers, we bats, chains, gats, game, raps, namesWe soldiers, in the streets we keep heatNiggas is deep and niggas`ll creep creepUgh ugh ugh ugh Royce Nickel-Nine 2000Big Reef ugh