Royce da 5'9" - Soldier's Story lyrics

Ugh ugh, what up Reef?
Yo, I'm horse backin' the drum from
The kick to the snare
Get them shit's in the air
The shit is fixin' to flare
Spit on a beat, wrap it and ship it
Put it out, shit on the streets, that's me
Bust you in your shit and
Tell you don't you ever, that's me
I need respect, don't you better, that's me
Chrome beretta
In the waist line of my own get up
I'm goin' and still goin', that's me
You hear a pop, see a drop, I'm comin'
That's me
When everybody on your block is runnin'
That's me
With the rocks that can block the sun in
The Glock that I got a box it come in
I'm like the fear that Biggie
And Pac is comin' the reason why them baller
Boys cop them onions, that's me
Five to the Nine, dew rag be tied to the side
You can either ride wit' it or die

There, now you know a soldier's comin'
He came right in to ya hood
And he sold you somethin'
He spit with a frozen flow
And he told you somethin'
I think I hear a soldier comin', that's me
There, now you know a soldier's comin'
You better run for it, run for it, run!
There now you know the soldier is comin'
You better run for it, run for it, run!
We soldiers, we bats, chains
Gats, game, raps, names
We soldiers, in the streets we keep heat
Niggas is deep and niggas'll creep

Far from what you would call soft
Compete and watch you fall off
I'm beef you call off, that's me
The one you supposedly beef with, that's me
We fought, but you kept it a secret
Talking about what you gonna do when
Find me and keep seeing me
Liein' like you diein' to catch me
And put three in me told him cut the jokes
But I guess that he wasn't hearin' me
Convince himself that he wasn't fearin' me
My niggas all killers from the
Bottom straight to the top
Ride with me whether they know
The 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 lerk in the dark
Tear up every god damn hood
From the church to the park
DRRROOOM! Motherfucker, you hear that noise?
You better run for it, run for it, run!

There, now you know a soldier's comin'
He came right in to ya hood
And he sold you somethin'
He spit with a frozen flow
And he told you somethin'
I think I hear a soldier comin', that's me
There, now you know a soldier's comin'
You better run for it, run for it, run!
There now you know the soldier is comin'
You better run for it, run for it, run!
We soldiers, we bats, chains
Gats, game, raps, names
We soldiers, in the streets we keep heat
Niggas is deep and niggas'll creep

Nothin' but underground shit comin'
Out of my pump
Decaid funk from a punk comin'
Out of my truck
Everybody wanna thug with them
Triggers they pullin'
Be shooting pip-pip guns that ain't
As big as my bullets
Live from Detroit coming to a block near you
Real soon so somebody might
Get popped near you
All you wanna do is rap, I be listenin' right
Have to flip a big difference between
A clip and a mic
I'm a soldier, cool as I want to be
Gun totin'
Talking to hoes, rude as I want to be
Who wants some of me?
This is no problem that I can't fix
I got a crew that I brung with me
Hardcore niggas you're nothin'
Ben Franklin run this motherfucker and
In God I trust 'em
If you ever see my guns out
They probably bustin'
While you niggas is ridin' or diein'
I'll be truckin'

There, now you know a soldier's comin'
He came right in to ya hood
And he sold you somethin'
He spit with a frozen flow
And he told you somethin'
I think I hear a soldier comin', that's me
There, now you know a soldier's comin'
You better run for it, run for it, run!
There now you know the soldier is comin'
You better run for it, run for it, run!
We soldiers, we bats, chains
Gats, game, raps, names
We soldiers, in the streets we keep heat
Niggas is deep and niggas'll creep

Royce, Nickel Nine, 2000 big Reef