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[Intro - Man talking] w/ (Royce) We're in a situation, where everybody involved knows the stakes (What up Reef) We're soldier's (*echoes*) Soldiers don't go to hell, it's war [Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"] I'm horse-back on the drums, from the kick to the snare Get them shits in the air, shit is fixin' to flair (*Spit*) Spit on the beat, wrap it and ship it Put it out, shit on the streets, that's me Bust you in yo shit, and tell you don't you ever That's me, I need respect, don't you better That's me, chrome berretta, in the waistline Of my own get up, I'm gone and still goin (*Car horn*) That's me, you hear a pop and see a drop, I'm comin That's me, when everybody on ya block is runnin That's me, wit the rocks that could block the sun in The glock that I got, got a box it come in I'm like the fear, that Biggie and Pac is comin (Uh) The reason why them baller boys cop them onions That's me, 5 to the 9 doo rag be tied to the side You could either ride with it or die [Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"] Grooooom, yeah now you know a soldier's comin He came right into yo hood, and he sold you somethin SongtexteHe spit, wit a frozen flow, and he told you somethin I think I hear a soldier's comin, that's me Grooooom, yeah now you know a soldier's comin You better run for it, run for it, run Yeah now you know a soldier's comin You better run for it, run for it, run [Bridge - Royce Da 5'9"] We soldier's, (We) bats, (We) chains (We) gats, (We) game, (We) raps, (We) names We soldier's, in the streets we keep heat Niggas is deep, and niggas'll creep, creep [Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9"] Far from what you would call soft, you competing What you would fall off, I'm beef, you call off That's me, the one that you supposedly beef wit That's me, we fought, but you kept it a secret Talking bout what you gon' do when you find me and keep seeing me (Uh) Lying like you dying to catch me, and put three in me (Uh) Told him cut the jokes, but I guessed that he wan't hearin me (Uh) Convince his self that he wan't fearing me My niggas all killers, from the bottom straight to the top Ride wit me rather know they 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 lurk in the dark Tear up ya goddamn hood, from the church to the park Grooooom, motherfucker, you hear that noise You better run for it, run for it, run [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Royce Da 5'9"] Nothin' but underground shit, comin out of my pump Decade funk from a punk, comin out of my trunk (Uh) Everybody wanna thug, wit them triggers they pullin Be shootin pip-pip guns, that ain't as big as my bullets Live from Detroit comin, to a block near you (Uh) Real soon, somebody might get popped near you (Uh) All you wanna do is rap, I'll be listening right After flippin a bit difference, between a clip and a mic I'ma soldier (Soldier) cool as I wanna be Gun totin, talkin to hoes, rude as I wanna be Who wants some of me, this is no problem That I can't fix, I got a tool that I brung wit me (Uh) Hardcore niggas your nothin (Uh) Ben Franklin run this motherfucker, and in God I trust him (Uh) If you ever see my guns out, I'm probly bustin Why you niggas ridin and dying, I'll be truckin [Chorus] [Bridge] [Outro - Royce Da 5'9"] Uh, uh, uh, uh Royce Nickel 9, 2000 Big Reef, uh [Man and (Woman) talking] Beef, we soldier's, we follow codes, orders (Soldier's they justify everything that you do) Aus Songtexte Mania