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tru – soilder till i die lyrics

dig:

them b-tch n-gg-s hollar soldier this and soldier that
but no limit put that soldier sh-t on the map
you n-gg-s hollar soldier this and soldier that
but no limit put that soldier sh-t on the map
them b-tch n-gg-s hollar soldier this and soldier that
but no limit put that soldier sh-t on the map
them b-tch n-gg-s hollar soldier this and soldier that
but no limit put that soldier sh-t 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 b-tch n-gg-s bleed, ya heard me
i’m that d-i-g n-gg- from the third ya dig
f-ck around with me and you get that -ss served ya dig
smoked like herb ya dig, ya heard me b-tch
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 b-tch

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)

b-tch i’m a motherf-cking soldier till the day that i die
come, get a little closer, see the tank in my eyes
man you b-tch n-gg-s don’t worry me
you screaming soldier but you fake n-gg-s are wannabe’s
yall don’t wanna f-ck with me
for real, n-gg- take this soldier sh-t serious
i hope you n-gg-s are hearing us, yall n-gg-s are fearing us
who started this, n-gg- we started this sh-t
work hard for the colonel, work hard for this b-tch
you from the hood and you’s a soldier
but if you ain’t that false claiming sh-t 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 n-gg-
boy you ain’t no soldier, but you gonna get your day n-gg-
boy you ain’t no soldier, i’m from the ninth ward where we real to this sh-t
we only taking what belong to us b-tch
cause we motherf-cking soldiers

chorus:

verse 3 (master p)

ha ha, what’s up to all them motherf-cking soldiers out there?
what’s up cash money n-gg-.
we feeling yall n-gg-s.
n-gg-s think we beefing n-gg- but it’s realer then this.
there’s too much money for everyone to get.
what’s up dmx n-gg-, ha ha.
jay-z, so so def, motherf-cking suave house.
them all n-gg-s soldiers.
motherf-cking rap-a-lot, yall n-gg-s soldiers.
what’s up mack-10 n-gg-, cube, e-feezy, ha ha.
bone, yall n-gg-s soldiers.
to the north, to the south, to the east.
and all yall real n-gg-s and real b-tches in the west, represent.
this song here is only dedicated to the real motherf-ckers.
treal motherf-ckers.
fake soldiers, n-gg- might take yall stripes and yall guns.

- tru lyrics

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