Soldierz Lyrics - Ii Trill (2 Trill) - Bun B

(Bun B) 

Remorse 

Vengeance 

Lost of a loved one 

Relative in commander to the game of life, in which one chose to adapt to as a gangsta 

Enter my mind 

Fill my heart 

My emotional pain 

Can you feel it? 

Naw 

Can you feel it? 

If you havent experienced that nature of life, its gutta 

Chorus: 

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(Cobe) 

I got this drama 

Dont worry momma 

Cuz I got the armor 

On my back, when I 

Drive through the streets 

Everybody on me 

Tryin to take my life 

But I don't give a 

What about that 

Grip that thang 

Cock that back 

You don't wanna be (GONE) 

Another goner (GONE) 

In the game (GONE) 

Another soldier (GONE) 

In a grave (GONE) 

Bendin' corners (GONE) 

Finna bang (GONE) 

Another soldier (LONG GONE) 

In the grave (grave 7x) 

Photos 

(BUN B) 

We are the mighty Middle Fingaz 

We do not accept hate 

Love us or die 

(MDDL FNGZ) 

Yeah fatboy slow, but a nigga aint quick 

Ho limped through the door, lay a nigga on his d*ck 

Open up tha door, nigga standing like "sh*t" 

Fifteen full bricks, same price for a hit 

Nigga I done done it, it aint gotta be a lick 

And if I'm plexin wit you patna then the choppa gon piss 

Shootin up ya corna make a sound like "Swish" 

But I low so gat cuz the chopper don't miss. 

(BUN B) 

No the choppa gon hit 

Bound to leave ya dome split 

Lose ya bodily functions 

Have me think you gon sh*t 

Middle fingaz, strong click 

Bun B, the strong spit 

Put you six feet under 

Why not have a long sit 

Long walk, short pier 

Mane have a long flip 

Got the streets on lock 

And got the yola on whip 

Tell momma we comin home so dont trip 

(MDDL FNGZ) 

If I Tee, dont worry bout me 

Momma I'm a G 

I know how to handle niggas tryin to come up on me 

Tryin to run up on me 

Thinkin you gon try me 

sh*t in a bag 

Drinkin through a IV 

So appreciate ya breath 

While you got some left 

Ya life's a bi*ch 

They got permanent PMS 

And my only fear of death is reincarnation 

So it aint sh*t for me to make you niggas ER patients 

Another soldier in the grave 

(Chorus) 

(B.A.N.D.I.T) 

Two nines, four clips 

Prayin that you niggas trip 

Lookin for some trouble 

Finna bust you niggas bubble 

And I don't give a fu*k about your happy meal mug 

We can go toe to toe, or trade these slugs 

So catch a square nigga 

And I won't budge 

Don't plea bargain now, nigga save it for the judge 

I might have you niggas lookin like a strawberry fanta 

Did so much, done burned myself, retire my bandanna 

SOUTHWEST got them soldiers 

Some movin doja 

Some movin X 

but they mostly movin yola 

Wit guns in tha holsta 

We never leave tha toasta 

Face could wind up on a rest in peace poster 

Rest in peace? No suh 

Pissin on ya gravesite 

Then get real nigga wit it and go fu*k ya wife 

So think twice 

one for you and ya momma life 

Band I-T, shoot the soldiers like I shoot tha dice 

(BUN B) 

For my nigga Bad Ass Bam, I'll open ya head 

For Young Lo, I'll let that forty-fo fill ya wit lead 

For Big Munsta, I'll pull out the Thompson and straight squeeze it 

Behind Sean Wee I'll cut you off at the knees 

For the Band I-T, I'll close range ya with the mac 

And for K.S.O lot, I'll put the glock to ya back 

Middle Finga, this aint a act 

This uncut coke 

Dont ever play us for a joke 

You'll get ya bi*ch-ass smoked 

We go for broke 

(Chorus)