T R U - Soilder Till i Die (feat. Master P) - Текст песни

DIG:


Them bitch niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that

But No Limit put that soldier shit on the map

You niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that

But No Limit put that soldier shit on the map

Them bitch niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that

But No Limit put that soldier shit on the map

Them bitch niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that

But No Limit put that soldier shit on the map


Verse 1


I hit the street with my soldier fatigues, stand with my heat

I play this game for keeps and watch you bitch niggas bleed, ya heard me

I'm that D-I-G nigga from the third ya dig

Fuck around with me and you get that ass served ya dig

Smoked like herb ya dig, ya heard me bitch

I'm a give it to you raw and letcha burn ya dig

Ya learn ya dig, this is what you earn ya dig

Now you know the word ya dig, No Limit Soldiers bitch


Chours:


Master P/(Magic)

I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)

I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)

I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)

I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)

I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)

I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)

I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)

I'm a soldier till the day that I die 


Verse 2 (Magic)


Bitch I'm a motherfucking soldier till the day that I die

Come, get a little closer, see the tank in my eyes

Man you bitch niggas don't worry me

You screaming soldier but you fake niggas are wannabe's

Yall don't wanna fuck with me

For real, nigga take this soldier shit serious

I hope you niggas are hearing us, yall niggas are fearing us

Who started this, nigga we started this shit

Work hard for the Colonel, work hard for this bitch

You from the hood and you's a soldier

But if you ain't that false claiming shit is over

You phony, I heard you snitching to them po-po's

Boy you ain't no soldier, give it up to all them broke hoes

Boy you ain't no soldier, you actin jiggy with your yay nigga

Boy you ain't no soldier, but you gonna get your day nigga

Boy you ain't no soldier, I'm from the ninth ward where we real to this shit

We only taking what belong to us bitch

Cause we motherfucking soldiers


Chorus:


Master P/(Magic)

I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)

I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)

I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)

I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)

I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)

I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)

I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)

We soldiers till the day that we die (ya heard me)


Verse 3 (Master P)


Ha ha, what's up to all them motherfucking soldiers out there?

What's up Cash Money nigga.

We feeling yall niggas.

Niggas think we beefing nigga but it's realer then this.

There's too much money for everyone to get.

What's up DMX nigga, ha ha.

Jay-Z, So So Def, motherfucking Suave House.

Them all niggas soldiers.

Motherfucking Rap-A-Lot, yall niggas soldiers.

What's up Mack-10 nigga, Cube, E-Feezy, ha ha.

Bone, yall niggas soldiers.

To the north, to the south, to the east.

And all yall real niggas and real bitches in the west, represent.

This song here is only dedicated to the real motherfuckers.

Treal motherfuckers.

Fake soldiers, nigga might take yall stripes and yall guns.