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SINGER: TRU (Master P)
SONG:Soilder Till I Die
Featuring dig magic
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.
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