Soldierz - Dj Kay Slay, DJ Paul, Trae Tha Truth

Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I’m in the back, uh

Only see me if you act up

Motherfuckers should’ve warned you

I would go to war for my soldiers

I go militant, I’m havin' villians, bitch

Pull up on that nonsense, jump out with long sticks

Bullet ricocheting through project bricks

The crime rate at its highest peak, damn

See my killers ain’t in videos, no

They at the crib cleanin' shoes and guns

See my player partners, they don’t run about the hoes, no

They too busy puttin' these hoes on the run

Go get my money, I needs my money

Bitch ain’t even smilin' 'cause ain’t shit funny

A nigga with a pussy, I ride on

A bitch with a pussy, I slide on

Ho ass nigga try to run up on me

Then know I had that nine on me like

Hahahaha

What the fuck you thought you was gonna do, huh?

What the fuck you thought you was gonna do

Sit on the motherfuckin' ground and tie your shoes together, bitch

You can’t rob the robber, nigga (You got it?)

C’mon, c’mon

Hit his punk ass with the gun or the lime

I don’t take chances, I don’t take time, on Christ

What a fool, what a waste of life

Kay Slay my big brother, we been gettin' money, splittin' royalties

Almost 20 years, still eatin' together, that’s loyalty, yeah

Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I’m in the back, uh

Only see me if you act up

Motherfuckers should’ve warned you

I would go to war for my soldiers

I go militant, I’m havin' villians, bitch

Pull up on that nonsense, jump out with long sticks

Bullet ricocheting through project bricks

The crime rate at its highest peak, damn

Been about the crashin', put me in the front seat

I’m hard-bodied, can’t a nigga punk me (I fight good)

I can get grimy like Brooklyn nights, all broad day

Dress up like a bomb, ooh, I was made to spray

I’m clutchin' on a dirty drake, give you 97 like Slay

When I’m up top I mix the sour with gorilla ape

Got the camel boots strapped with a MAC-10

Take whoever to war, make you do a backbend (Damn)

Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I’m in the back, uh

Only see me if you act up

Motherfuckers should’ve warned you

I would go to war for my soldiers

I go militant, I’m havin' villians, bitch

Pull up on that nonsense, jump out with long sticks

Bullet ricocheting through project bricks

The crime rate at its highest peak, damn

Black, black Bugatti, Texas white the spokes

Opps should go with the stealing, seats covered in smoke

Realest nigga they know, shooter from down below

Somewhere inside the ghetto with temperatures low as snow

Keep a set of arms longer than dirt, trippin', I send 'em to work

Leave your ass open for target practice and drop you in dirt

Put you inside of a box, bet you that talkin'

Gon' get you put in situations like a preacher, you’re prayin' it stop

You can tell 'em I play to win games

Ain’t no option for losing

Bitch, I’m thuggin' like Pac is back

Tell 'em picture me cruisin'

Ask Slay, I’m on that drama shit

Open hand slap me a motherfucker

And show him I’m 'bout that drama, bitch

Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I’m in the back, uh

Only see me if you act up

Motherfuckers should’ve warned you

I would go to war for my soldiers

I go militant, I’m havin' villians, bitch

Pull up on that nonsense, jump out with long sticks

Bullet ricocheting through project bricks

The crime rate at its highest peak, damn