bomb As soon as I send the alarm, and when we're done We've committed a red rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone Leaving 'em niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead
I'm brazen or paranoid than a bitch, Me dyin', you think I'd let him see the joy from that shit? Walking dead, angels spend their last days by me, New
strapped and ready to bomb As soon as I send the alarm, and when we're done We've committed a red rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone Leaving 'em niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead
keep poppin' cause they wont stop until they rubbed out And their vest don't protect from the head wounds Reload ammunitions and the bitches will be dead
in the air Where my soldiers at Where my soldiers at Where my soldiers Where my soldiers at Where my soldiers Where my soldiers at When Bob Dole
: Yeah.. ballad of a dead soldier This is the ballad of a dead soldier This is the ballad of a dead soldier Come play the ballad of a dead soldier.. [
Channel 7 at work, filmin different features Leadin niggaz to an early death with they head blown And to those who didn't make it to the morgue was just dead
peace for me in jail Gettin world-wide exposure with a bunch of niggaz that don't give a FUCK, ridin as my soldiers I just release 'em on a war path,
my closest road dogz lookin out for all mine [2Pac] Haha.. bring artillery and ROLL with a nigga They could never take the soul of a M.O.B. soldier nigga
This is for all my homeboys that pa*sed away And all yo' homeboys that pa*sed away I send this out to all the fallen soldiers That's in the cemetaries
ni**as ain't worth s**t Cops and ride d**k permits I heard this and heard that About them O-U-T Lawz Some of them soldiers got shot Some of them soldiers
's blessings stick with ya Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's gettin bigger Familiar face, but a man now, it's Lil' Trigga Now Lil' Mo was a soldier
: [Napoleon Talking] Life... What the f**k is life for ni**az like us? Been waking up to another muthaf**kin' day I'm the type of soldier, A ni**a that
don't listen the poverty bothers me but mama's working wonders in the kitchen Listen I can hear her crying in the bedroom praying for money we never think would she be dead
snatch Cops give a damn about a ne-gro Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero Mo' nigga mo' nigga mo' niggaz I'd rather be dead than a po' nigga Let
dead Switch sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead Probably be murdered for the shit that I said I bring the real, be a legend, breathin the dead
How old are you nigga? [RahRah] I'm eleven [Tupac] Cause all I see is, murder murder, my mind state preoccupied with homicide, tryin to survive through this crime rate Dead
homies drinking liquor Tears in everybody's eyes Niggas cried to mourn a homies homicide But I can't cry instead I'm just a shoulder Damn, why they take another soldier