(feat. Sticky Fingaz, X-1)



[Chorus: Fredro Starr]

I'm a soldier, ready for war, ready to shoot

I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops

I'm a baller, skatin on chrome, pushin the Coupe

I'm a hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler

Told ya, ready for war, ready to shoot

I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops

I'm a baller, skatin on chrome, pushin the Coupe

I'm a soldier, soldier, soldier, soldier



[Fredro Starr]

We play the block to the morning til the sun comes up

Or fiends run out, hustle til them guns come out

Or deans run out, hustle til them ones stack up

Or boys roll up, we playin the block, you know man

Niggas on the rock talkin bout the cars we roll

Chickens in the club buggin on the money we blow

Other People baby, gettin like a hundred a show

When they see us, bitches pass out, they holdin the flow

Man haters don't wanna see the next man bowl

What the little nigga skippin in the Lexus for

We in it for the hed, killa what that vest if for?

Two stacks, glocks hiddin in my Lexus dough

Now ya wanna see the ice wit the electric blow

They rather see shots flamin, not to test the row

Then we love by the minute, but we feared by more

Cuz I don't give a fuck, I'm ready to die, ready to go



[Chorus]



[X-1]

I'm a soldier, ain't that right, ain't that what I am?

On the block yellin "two for five's" wit rocks in my hand

Keep the money rolled in rubber bands, accordin to plans

Dirty pots in the kitchen nigga shoppin in grands

While Ms. Brenda from upstairs always callin the cops

Stash rocks in the mailbox, them corners is hot

Find a dumb bitch, get a crib, open up shop

Blow it up for two months, then skip to the next spot

This is a business man, don't mess wit that here

Who can fuck around and plus ya still love in the air

And that's a nice little toy ya got, let's raise that

Put ya title on the line, big baller, let's bet that

I don't need trees, nigga, all I need is them G's

Money's my high, dollar signs stuck in my eyes

Don't come to this strip, bitch, unless you comin to buy

It's nothin to hide, drug dealers lovin they lies



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[Sticky Fingaz]

I come thru the block, niggas hold they breath

They heart pump fear, they stand there, hold they chest

My name speak for it self, kid you know the rest

From outta the dark, Sticky speakin codes of death

Do you know how much bloods been spilled on my name?

Unless you walk in my Timbs you can't feel my pain

Got no feelings for you niggas, ice chill in my vein

Besides the millions in the bank account, I'm still the same

Seen my own father slain, ain't dropped one tear

If you died right now, you think I'd fuckin care!?

I'd get everybody in this bitch, stuck up in here

And all that war right now, is where ya blood gets smeared

Rappers gettin shot up, brr, it's cold out there

I guess niggas was really dyin, or blow that year

Wit God as my witness, I end ya career

Cross my heart, hope to die, and all my life I swear



[Chorus x2]