Yo, I'm horse-backin' the drum from the kick to the snare
Get them shits 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
DRRROOOM! 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
DRRROOOM! 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 j
