Trae Tha Truth, DJ Kay Slay, DJ Paul, VL Deck - Soldierz lyrics
DJ Kay Slay [Keith Grayson] New York, U.S.
[Trae Tha Truth, DJ Kay Slay, DJ Paul, VL Deck - Soldierz lyrics]
Got the camo boots strapped up
Yeah I'm in the back, uh
Only see me if you act up
Motherfuckers should've warned you
I would go to war for my soldiers
I go militant, I'm havin' villians, bitch
Pull up on that nonsense
Jump out with long sticks
Bullet ricocheting through project bricks
The crime rate at it's highest peak, damn
See my killers ain't in videos, no
They at the crib cleanin' shoes and guns
See my player partners, they don't
Run about the hoes, no
They too busy puttin' these hoes on the run
Go get my money, I needs my money
Bitch ain't even smilin' 'cause
Ain't shit funny
A nigga with a pussy, I ride on
A bitch with a pussy, I slide on
Ho ass nigga try to run up on me
Then know I had that nine on me like
Ha ha haha
What the fuck you thought you was gonna do
Huh?
What the fuck you thought you was gonna do
Sit on the motherfuckin' ground and
Tie your shoes together, bitch
You can't rob the robber, nigga
(You got it?) c'mon, c'mon
Hit his punk ass with the gun or the lime
I don't take chances, I don't take time
On Christ what a fool, what a waste of life
Kay Slay my big brother
We been gettin' money, splittin' royalties
Almost 20 years, still eatin'
Together, that's loyalty, yeah
Got the camo boots strapped up
Yeah I'm in the back, uh
Only see me if you act up
Motherfuckers should've warned you
I would go to war for my soldiers
I go militant, I'm havin' villians, bitch
Pull up on that nonsense
Jump out with long sticks
Bullet ricocheting through project bricks
The crime rate at it's highest peak, damn
Been about the crashin'
Put me in the front seat
I'm hard-bodied, can't a nigga punk me
(I fight good)
I can get grimy like Brooklyn nights
All broad day dress up like a bomb, ooh
I was made to spray
I'm clutchin' on a dirty drake
Give you 97 like Slay when I'm up top I mix
The sour with gorilla ape
Got the camel boots strapped with a MAC-10
Take whoever to war, make you do a backbend
(Damn)
Got the camo boots strapped up
Yeah I'm in the back, uh
Only see me if you act up
Motherfuckers should've warned you
I would go to war for my soldiers
I go militant, I'm havin' villians, bitch
Pull up on that nonsense
Jump out with long sticks
Bullet ricocheting through project bricks
The crime rate at it's highest peak, damn
Black, black Bugatti, Texas white the spokes
Opps should go with the stealing
Seats covered in smoke
Realest nigga they know
Shooter from down below
Somewhere inside the ghetto with
Temperatures low as snow keep a set of arms
Longer than dirt, trippin'
I send 'em to work
Leave your ass open for target practice
And drop you in dirt
Put you inside of a box
Bet you that talkin' gon' get you put in
Situations like a preacher
You're prayin' it stop
You can tell 'em I play to win games
Ain't no option for losing
Bitch, I'm thuggin' like Pac is back
Tell 'em picture me cruisin'
Ask Slay, I'm on that drama shit
Open hand slap me a motherfucker
And show him I'm 'bout that drama, bitch
Got the camo boots strapped up
Yeah I'm in the back, uh
Only see me if you act up
Motherfuckers should've warned you
I would go to war for my soldiers
I go militant, I'm havin' villians, bitch
Pull up on that nonsense
Jump out with long sticks
Bullet ricocheting through project bricks
The crime rate at it's highest peak, damn
Yeah I'm in the back, uh
Only see me if you act up
Motherfuckers should've warned you
I would go to war for my soldiers
I go militant, I'm havin' villians, bitch
Pull up on that nonsense
Jump out with long sticks
Bullet ricocheting through project bricks
The crime rate at it's highest peak, damn
See my killers ain't in videos, no
They at the crib cleanin' shoes and guns
See my player partners, they don't
Run about the hoes, no
They too busy puttin' these hoes on the run
Go get my money, I needs my money
Bitch ain't even smilin' 'cause
Ain't shit funny
A nigga with a pussy, I ride on
A bitch with a pussy, I slide on
Ho ass nigga try to run up on me
Then know I had that nine on me like
Ha ha haha
What the fuck you thought you was gonna do
Huh?
What the fuck you thought you was gonna do
Sit on the motherfuckin' ground and
Tie your shoes together, bitch
You can't rob the robber, nigga
(You got it?) c'mon, c'mon
Hit his punk ass with the gun or the lime
I don't take chances, I don't take time
On Christ what a fool, what a waste of life
Kay Slay my big brother
We been gettin' money, splittin' royalties
Almost 20 years, still eatin'
Together, that's loyalty, yeah
Got the camo boots strapped up
Yeah I'm in the back, uh
Only see me if you act up
Motherfuckers should've warned you
I would go to war for my soldiers
I go militant, I'm havin' villians, bitch
Pull up on that nonsense
Jump out with long sticks
Bullet ricocheting through project bricks
The crime rate at it's highest peak, damn
Been about the crashin'
Put me in the front seat
I'm hard-bodied, can't a nigga punk me
(I fight good)
I can get grimy like Brooklyn nights
All broad day dress up like a bomb, ooh
I was made to spray
I'm clutchin' on a dirty drake
Give you 97 like Slay when I'm up top I mix
The sour with gorilla ape
Got the camel boots strapped with a MAC-10
Take whoever to war, make you do a backbend
(Damn)
Got the camo boots strapped up
Yeah I'm in the back, uh
Only see me if you act up
Motherfuckers should've warned you
I would go to war for my soldiers
I go militant, I'm havin' villians, bitch
Pull up on that nonsense
Jump out with long sticks
Bullet ricocheting through project bricks
The crime rate at it's highest peak, damn
Black, black Bugatti, Texas white the spokes
Opps should go with the stealing
Seats covered in smoke
Realest nigga they know
Shooter from down below
Somewhere inside the ghetto with
Temperatures low as snow keep a set of arms
Longer than dirt, trippin'
I send 'em to work
Leave your ass open for target practice
And drop you in dirt
Put you inside of a box
Bet you that talkin' gon' get you put in
Situations like a preacher
You're prayin' it stop
You can tell 'em I play to win games
Ain't no option for losing
Bitch, I'm thuggin' like Pac is back
Tell 'em picture me cruisin'
Ask Slay, I'm on that drama shit
Open hand slap me a motherfucker
And show him I'm 'bout that drama, bitch
Got the camo boots strapped up
Yeah I'm in the back, uh
Only see me if you act up
Motherfuckers should've warned you
I would go to war for my soldiers
I go militant, I'm havin' villians, bitch
Pull up on that nonsense
Jump out with long sticks
Bullet ricocheting through project bricks
The crime rate at it's highest peak, damn