Yeah!Yeah!Yeah! Shit ain't never gonna stop Ya know I mean Everyday, All day Soldiers on the battle field
[Verse 1]
From the cradle to the block, it don't stop until I'm gone catch a hot to the dome, I'm married to the microphone And leave the streets alone, so save the bones for Harry Jones cause I'm hungry, I'm never lonely My dogs and my guns keep me company, the path get bumpy it's lonely road up to the top, I start to really feel it Pac When he said fuck the world, cock the double barrel I got the mind of a panther, sing along to my ghetto anthem I be reppin' this shit, the hardest nigga to spit I drop 1-6, my future hard to predict I got two strikes now and they would love to lay me down flyin' in and outta town on a true thugs passion 'til I see thugs mansion and money in large advances Navigators and Benzes kickin' doors off the hinges relentless, until we in this just hussle and handle business 'til I'm dead go and finish
[Hook] It ain't too many soldiers left but I gonna rep it to the death Until I take my last breath and all the smoke leave my chest I'm a rep it, ain't too many soldiers left...left...left...left...
[Verse 2]
Everyday I'm on a battlefield of frontline soldiers, strappin' a holster so all my dogs locked up in Folsom put yo fists in the air I know you missin' us here just light yo blunts and make a toast if you ain't locked up so many soldiers boxed up and poxed up and throw away the key And I family dead and gone that I wish that I could see but it's obsolete now, I never put my heat down it's time for us to eat now We street proud, a land of the lost how does freedom really cost hoe we all get a piece, walk my dogs off the leash when I'm roamin' these streets God bless the decease, we never trust the police so many soldiers outta reach, I hope they all rest in peace I need an essence for myself, so I dug in syreece made the poverty cease, soldiers stand on your feet I'm a rep it the death nigga never retreat Fuck defeat, a young vet. commander in chief
[Hook] It ain't too many soldiers left but I gonna rep it to the death Until I take my last breath and all the smoke leave my chest I'm a rep it, ain't too many soldiers left...left...left...left...
[Verse 3] Tell me where will it stop, when my cats get dropped when they got me somewhere six covered with dirt on top This life is full of drama, so many things that we were promised other nations try and bomb us cause this shit ain't fair We stick our nose in bidness, but its problem right here so fuck the Bush Administration, these motherfuckas is racist Soldiers with battle faces, at ease, salute this shit is deep root, only ride wit die hard troops This life is basic training, ready to ride with no explaining I'm a soldier, take my folder I got G-Files that young block niggaz that strapped and ready for war I want the Sky Blue Bentley on the show room floor Until they open the door, I'm still comin hardcore until I see thugs mansion and money in large advances Navigators and Benzes kickin' doors off the hinges, relentless until we in this, just hussle and handle bidness
[Hook] It ain't too many soldiers left but I gonna rep it to the death Until I take my last breath and all the smoke leave my chest I'm a rep it, ain't too many soldiers left...left...left...left...
[Beat Goes On] 'til I see thugs mansion and money in large advances Navigators and Benzes kickin' doors off the hinges relentless, until we in this, just hussle and handle bidness 'till I can't go and finish...
It ain't too many soldiers left but I gonna rep it to the death Until I take my last breath and all the smoke leave my chest I'm a rep it, ain't too many soldiers left...left...left...left...
[Spoken] Got my nigga...Big Lonely in the house Know what I'm sayin...Tellin' you, one of the last soldiers, one of the chosen few Got my nigga Overdose on the track...You know what I'm say, my nigga Big-Z It never gonna stop... We GoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
