Another Soldier

[Bun B:]
Remorse
Vengeance
Lost of a loved one
Relative in commander to the game of life, in which one chose to adapt to as a gangsta
Enter my mind
Fill my heart
My emotional pain
Can you feel it?
Naw
Can you feel it?
If you haven't experienced that nature of life, it's gutta

[Chorus: Cobe]
I got this drama
Don't worry momma
Cause I got the armor
On my back, when I
Drive through the streets
Everybody on me
Tryin' to take my life
But I don't give a
What about that
Grip that thang
Cock that back
You don't wanna be (gone)
Another goner (gone)
In the game (gone)
Another soldier (gone)
In a grave (gone)
Bendin' corners (gone)
Finna bang (gone)
Another soldier (long gone)
In the grave (grave)

[Bun B:]
We are the mighty middle fingaz
We do not accept hate
Love us or die

[Mddl Fngz:]
Yeah fat-boy slow, but a nigga ain't quick
Ho limped through the door, lay a nigga on his d*ck
Open up the door, nigga standing like "sh*t"
Fifteen full bricks, same price for a hit
Nigga I done done it, it ain't gotta be a lick
And if I'm plexin' with you partner then the choppa goin' piss
Shootin' up ya corner make a sound like "swish"
But I low so gat cause the chopper don't miss.

[Bun B:]
No the chopper goin' hit
Bound to leave ya dome split
Lose ya bodily functions
Have me think you goin' shit
Mddl fngz, strong click
Bun b, the strong spit
Put you six feet under
Why not have a long sit
Long walk, short pier
Mane have a long flip
Got the streets on lock
And got the yola on whip
Tell momma we comin' home so don't trip

[Mddl Fngz:]
If I tee, don't worry bout me
Momma I'm a g
I know how to handle niggas tryin' to come up on me
Tryin' to run up on me
Thinkin' you goin' try me
Shit in a bag
Drinkin' through a iv
So appreciate ya breath
While you got some left
Ya life's a bi*ch
They got permanent pms
And my only fear of death is reincarnation
So it ain't sh*t for me to make you niggas er patients
Another soldier in the grave

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[B.a.n.d.i.t:]
Two nines, four clips
Prayin' that you niggas trip
Lookin' for some trouble
Finna bust you niggas bubble
And I don't give a fuck about your happy meal mug
We can go toe to toe, or trade these slugs
So catch a square nigga
And I won't budge
Don't plea bargain now, nigga save it for the judge
I might have you niggas lookin' like a strawberry fanta
Did so much, done burned myself, retire my bandanna
Southwest got them soldiers
Some movin' doja
Some movin' x
But they mostly movin' yola
With guns in the holster
We never leave the toast'a
Face could wind up on a rest in peace poster
Rest in peace? no suh
Pissin' on ya grave-site
Then get real nigga with it and go fuck ya wife
So think twice
One for you and ya momma life
Band I-t, shoot the soldiers like I shoot the dice

[Bun B:]
For my nigga bad ass bam, I'll open ya head
For young lo, I'll let that forty-four fill ya with lead
For big munsta, I'll pull out the Thompson and straight squeeze it
Behind sean wee I'll cut you off at the knees
For the band I-t, I'll close range ya with the mac
And for k.s.o lot, I'll put the glock to ya back
Middle finger, this ain't a act
This uncut coke
Don't ever play us for a joke
You'll get ya bi*ch-ass smoked
We go for broke

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