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Mystikal - Born 2 Be a Soldier lyrics
[Intro Master P] What's up niggas and bitches. It's the muthafuckin kisarme. It's No Limit, Master P. Im'a introduce y'all to the muthafuckin, one of the hardest liuetenants on the tank, Mystikal. We was all born to be soldiers. See, these evil thoughts, they was scarred into our muthafuckin souls from these wars, the streets, the ghetto, the hood. The ghetto. [Chorus: X 7] [Master P] Bitch, I'm a soldier! [Mystikal] I was born to be a soldier! [Mystikal] Ah, ATTEN! Hoo! Muthafuckas don't you move I got what is takes to make your ass feel (?) You don't wanna rest in this parade No Limit soldiers throwin grenades! Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and gunnin I got your ground troops runnin from INCOMING! Go, go go go, the future caliber Bout to rip your (?) vest, split your capita The niggas be marchin in the land camp Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made us! No LVE's, no MRE's But we kill our enemies, and drive humvees! [Chorus X 5] [Master P] Born, to be, a muthafuckin soldier The colonel don't play, I'm out that tank Money in the bank, make niggas thank At ease when we rank, salute cause we cap Fools run they trap, soldiers bust caps Fools die a million deaths, solider dies once Put that on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt Candy painted hummer, triple gold D's We bout it, eyes on our CREAM cause we rowdy Battle kicked advil, niggas load they carriages Weapons on the mayor of the cash cause I know character I'm ready to bust keys, niggas (?) Niggas are fuckin, slanging them trees They gon die in New Orleans [Chorus X 4] [Silkk] I came out the muthafuckin womb, niggas wanna combat tank My ghetto antics, my ghetto tactics I smack quick, stick another gat nigga to your ass and acrobatic Nigga what? Black, my M-16, is black bitch I was born to drop phat shit Punk your ass like a sac bitch Yeah, I keep a gat bitch (?) I react quick Blow them soldiers, told ya, and that's it But see, I set my shit off like a punt (Go, T, Go) We roll, I said we roll like a muthafuckin blunt See, don't come stunt and don't try to front I'm Silkk the Shocker, I snatch your ass like a muthafuckin duck I put on my camoflauge nigga, straight up my fuckin boot Why would a muthafucka who ain't TRU laugh at old shoot About face, salute! Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I talk Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I march (Right, left, left) I was born to be a soldier! [Chorus X 4] [Fiend] Bringin bags and weed Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed Of broken no seed in the botton pockets of my fatigues War fatigues, playing live chess games with the chain (?) at the gun range, cause I'll bring pain When I'm playing survival games, that's why I sport a vest But niggas are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my chest I was best on my recon, started harm and dis The war from this, is that Fiend was born from this Scarred from this, so all the armies now go hide Cause the crime design, stay from nine to five Enemies retire, and the bigger go up, till my gun show up No Limit soldiers, the world blow up! [Chorus X 3] [Mac] Assassin, soldier, sniper, murderer Son of a bitch, arsonist, house burglarer Been there, done most before the sun rose We changin clothes, when the po po's chase Narrow with the bass, got them hoes all in my face And them fake niggas hate, so I started different ways And even when I'm dead and gone My legacy'll live on Tatoo me on your arm and tell niggas he got his rhyme on Murder murder kill killin and shit that I spit For lunatics who be feelin this shit Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, nigga keep it real Pops gave me the game, bout to bag a feel We attack like the Men in Black You react, if you got a gat I'll never die, camoflauge in my vein I'll never change in the purple rain My name manifest pain, I'm a soldier [Chorus X 8] |
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