We're in a situation, where everybody involved knows the stakes

(What up Reef) We're soldier's 

Soldiers don't go to hell, it's war





I'm horse-back on the drums, from the kick to the snare

Get them shits in the air, shit is fixin' to flair



Put it out, shit on the streets, that's me

Bust you in yo shit, and tell you don't you ever

That's me, I need respect, don't you better

That's me, chrome berretta, in the waistline

Of my own get up, I'm gone and still goin (*Car horn*)

That's me, you hear a pop and see a drop, I'm comin

That's me, when everybody on ya block is runnin

That's me, wit the rocks that could block the sun in

The glock that I got, got a box it come in

I'm like the fear, that Biggie and Pac is comin (Uh)

The reason why them baller boys cop them onions

That's me, 5 to the 9 doo rag be tied to the side

You could either ride with it or die





Grooooom, yeah now you know a soldier's comin

He came right into yo hood, and he sold you somethin

He spit, wit a frozen flow, and he told you somethin

I think I hear a soldier's comin, that's me

Grooooom, yeah now you know a soldier's comin

You better run for it, run for it, run

Yeah now you know a soldier's comin

You better run for it, run for it, run





We soldier's, (We) bats, (We) chains

(We) gats, (We) game, (We) raps, (We) names

We soldier's, in the streets we keep heat

Niggas is deep, and niggas'll creep, creep





Far from what you would call soft, you competing

What you would fall off, I'm beef, you call off

That's me, the one that you supposedly beef wit

That's me, we fought, but you kept it a secret

Talking bout what you gon' do when you find me and keep seeing me (Uh)

Lying like you dying to catch me, and put three in me (Uh)

Told him cut the jokes, but I guessed that he wan't hearin me (Uh)

Convince his self that he wan't fearing me

My niggas all killers, from the bottom straight to the top

Ride wit me rather know they destination or not

That's me, the baddest rap you heard in a while

Ride with the gat in the lap, convertible style

That's me, the killer that lurk in the dark

Tear up ya goddamn hood, from the church to the park

Grooooom, motherfucker, you hear that noise

You better run for it, run for it, run









Nothin' but underground shit, comin out of my pump

Decade funk from a punk, comin out of my trunk (Uh)

Everybody wanna thug, wit them triggers they pullin

Be shootin pip-pip guns, that ain't as big as my bullets

Live from Detroit comin, to a block near you (Uh)

Real soon, somebody might get popped near you (Uh)

All you wanna do is rap, I'll be listening right

After flippin a bit difference, between a clip and a mic

I'ma soldier (Soldier) cool as I wanna be

Gun totin, talkin to hoes, rude as I wanna be

Who wants some of me, this is no problem

That I can't fix, I got a tool that I brung wit me (Uh)

Hardcore niggas your nothin (Uh)

Ben Franklin run this motherfucker, and in God I trust him (Uh)

If you ever see my guns out, I'm probly bustin

Why you niggas ridin and dying, I'll be truckin













Uh, uh, uh, uh

Royce Nickel 9, 2000

Big Reef, uh





Beef, we soldier's, we follow codes, orders

(Soldier's they justify everything that you do)