C-Murder

C-Murder - Soldiers lyrics

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this goes out to all my thug niggas and bitches out there (soldiers)
 At ease  solute  C MURDER all the motherfuckin' riders out there
 representin' its motherfuckin' no limit up
 bout it bout it rowdy rowdy
 Slodiers  Soldiers  Soldiers  Soldiers
 huh nigga what I'm a soldier (we soldiers)
 huh nigga what we soldiers (we soldiers)
 huh nigga what we soldiers (we soldiers)
 I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier)
 huh nigga what I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier)
 huh nigga what I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier)
 huh nigga what I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier)
 All I wanna be is a soldier (I'm a soldier)
 I'm a motherfuckin' No Limit Soldier
 [C-Murder]
 I'm a no limit soldier 'til i'm dead you can't worry me
 i represent the tank 'til a bitch nigga bury me
 TRU on my back initiated in blood
 bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
 you could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
 and you could I'm a killer by the way a nigga bleed
 forever TRU i'm gone roll to your motherfuckin' city
 if I come to a show I've got a hundred thugs with me
 scream No Limit cuz I'm in it I represent it
 I never met a tank dawg that didn't business
 nigga we killers by niggas countin' millions in paper
 luteinent of a label full of soldiers nigga
 huh nigga what we soldiers
 huh nigga what we soldiers
 [Master P]
 nigga nigga nigga mercenary killers street hustlers and dealers
 nigga ghetto millionaires captains, colonels, luteinents
 we packin' G's niggas stackin' Ki's niggas M-16 .45 AK's niggas
 follow me dumpin' niggas study humpin' I ain't Donald Trump
 but I keep the ghetto niggas and bitches jumpin'
 huh nigga what we soldiers
 huh nigga what we soldiers
 [Silkk the Shocker]
 let's get ready to fuckin' rumble
 I'm a No Limit soldier nigga that's who
 tank around my neck represent respect nigga
 bout it full of fuckin' tattoos
 am I ??? its the drugs and bud nigga clique for the common soldier
 drug dealers real niggas and thugs
 cuz I'm bitch I'm a soldier fool I thought I told ya
 ammunition fully loaded camoflauged Range Rover
 against all odds Tru niggas don't fall nigga we ball
 nigga army fatigue nigga weed up in my draws
 you don't wanna take no poor wreck in my hand holdin' your bag
 about ??? throw up your soldier rag
 nigga when the tank come through put some depth
 in you motherfuckin' step
 fuck the rep I'm a soldier toldja that's 211
 [Fiend]
 War war in this Fiend I'm a surviving soldier
 you could tell by my breed or my feed cuz if I bleed
 its a color fatigues see my greed keep me hungry
 I'm a No Limit spar wanna get it on
 when your gone blows have the tank up on your lawn
 was born to bust out niggas protectin' my people
 ain't no sequel blastin' and rappin' and my fool and I'm lethal
 they gone understand how to keep us so planned
 and how the fuck we stay on billboards more than the Marlboro man
 we soldiers
 huh nigga what we soldiers
 huh nigga what we soldiers
 [Mac]
 and to them fake soldiers below the street lights
 we watch them die holdin' their riches and they bitches
 diggin' up ditches for the snitches in this ghetto
 will it happen makin' some white rappin' checkin' out my toes
 tell my hoes I never rest 'til they murder my foes
 when a cop done shot when a cop done dug and I watched
 them bullets snatch me lookin' at my camoflauge
 makin' sure they didn't blast me
 when I die bury me in my camoflauge cuz I'll be down with
 my thug motherfuckers other niggas ride 'til its over
 we gone live and breath soldiers
 [Mia-X]
 I'm still on more times tryin' pay the bills with ryhmes
 criminal thoughts makes my nine in the picture much clearer
 its the biggest diva mama cat off the top
 open shot on your block and drop the shit your system's got
 what no limit soldiers kickin' up dust in your face
 rowdy rowdy when we march in the place we face
 none nigga don't you ever come fucked up
 tryin' stun off flex you get more hoes than a hair net
 Miss X be the one Tru soldiers call mama
 drama regulator lyrical lady alligator
 fade ya motherfuckers now whatcha whatcha want do
 bitch we comin' through bout to run over you we Tru
 huh nigga what we soldiers
 huh nigga what we soldiers
 [Big Ed]
 steel toed boots camoflauged down with the soldier strut
 ???? get out the way niggas duck nigga what
 guerilla warfare should of had your ass about there
 with this impact display rip through backs and still we get some where
 oh yea nigga what you gone do step to the tank
 have niggas fight on who gone shoot you
 Big Ed is a captain atain hut sloute carry on as you were
 gettin' rowdy with the tank dawg troops
 [Kane & Abel]
 when the tank roll up its like ten bombs blown up
 my military comrads don't give a single solitary fuck
 pull the gat off the shelf niggas gone shit on they shelf
 my warriors want more war mentality drug dealin'
 fatality fuck your feelings use my gun for proficent killings
 P gave the order Kane & Abel is willin'
 spittin' ammunition leavin' loved ones missin'
 come out this week we pistol whippin' makin' sure you listen
 WE SOLIDERS
 huh nigga what we soldiers
 huh nigga what we soldiers
 [Mystikal]
 I'm a buffalo soldier smokin' dolja
 .45 caliber armered pistol when I load I could stop a bull dozer
 march there with my army I get marched over before
 you disrepect me you better server a hundred octobers in Angola
 who as you were bitch stay still lay low
 you better fuckin' knock a hole in your A-O
 I'm marchin' with my AK one two three
 ya'll niggas wanna be like us but it ain't gone be
 huh nigga what we soldiers
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Author: Big Ed (2), Fiend (2), Kane & Abel, Mac (2), Master P, Mia X, Mystikal, Silkk The Shocker, C-Murder

Composer: ?

Publisher: No Limit Records

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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