[Master P]
 Niggaz  see this one here?
 You see this one here?
 Goes out to every soldierette and every soldier
 Cross the motherfuckin' board
 I don't give a fuck where you from
 It's how you come
 If you want the hook up  this how it's goin' down
 Prime Suspect  Fiend  and Mac
 Y'all gonna feel this
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 Niggaz get your scratch  bitches get your paper
 Soldiers live life to the fullest fo' they take ya
 P, I wasn't made for this world
 I'm in it like lifetimes before mine
 For sure, crime, ya made me?
 Then grudgenly enslave me
 Yeah, ya paid me, but barely enough to meet my reach
 Took it from me, so all I got is Billboard reciepts
 To each, his own
 I thought my peace was with my chrome
 But is knowin' my homies souls, the rest are gone
 Hip is on, when my mama go to work for the early morn
 Rappin', but my extra muscle hustles for my unborn
 All alone, dealin' with some types of risk
 That nigga, Riley Smith, made murder, one hundred and fifth
 Now get this, how can I ease the pain?
 And if you got the hook up, put your boy, feet in the game (Uhh!)
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 So what you want soldier?
 Close your eye, make a wish
 Nigga tryin' to come up, is like tryin' to drown a fish
 When the drama run up, nobody wanna enlist
 Sun down, sun up, we handle minds like this
 Soldier rag, in this what the fuck, lookin' and never shook
 Flip the wrong page on me, I'll close ya book
 Hold the po' for us, got the 5-0's to show for us
 Up in the backseat, we cuts loose, and up these handcuffs
 And spit, this for my nigga Meeks, still in the hood
 Told me to give him the hook up, shit ain't lookin' that good
 I lay my live down, pray, god judge my heart
 Forgive me for sins, I was only playin' my part
 I've been to war before, but survival is never for sure
 Will I make a million bucks, or will they bury me poor?
 I never know, so I'm dessed up, when I walk the city streets
 To keep the heat, for peace I'm on the seat
 21 at least nigga
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 Will your scratch get snatched in a murder cap?
 Nigga snake crack, watch they own back, and it ain't about rap
 We bring the noise, lost boys with no cause
 Slangin' toys, for the fact, we jack and kidnap, we wanted by the big
 boys
 Man I was born in this world of sin
 I played the cards I was given, ain't got a quarter so I'm stuck in it
 Ghetto livin' still find time to smile through it all
 Prayin' up to the good lord, humbley yours
 And it hurt, cause the ooze man is pure at heart
 Got the game from the start, hopin' it don't tear me apart
 Young black deliquent with a ghetto smile
 He want it, I want it, I ain't the only nigga on it
 Only nigga hungry
 A trooper tryin' to make it better
 For me and mine, within my time
 So when they take my lifeline, don't trip, I lived it to the fullest
 And made every kind of man feel glock wehn he pulled this
 Chorus till end