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Some information about Soldierz Lyrics Title: Fredro Starr - Soldierz lyrics Artist: Fredro Starr Album: Firestarr Visitors: 7 visitors have visited Soldierz Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. feat. Sticky FingazX-1 Chorus: Fredro Starr I m a soldierready for warready to shoot I m a warriorready to die for my troops I m a ballerskatin on chromepushin the Coupe I m a hustlerhustlerhustlerhustler Told yaready for warready to shoot I m a warriorready to die for my troops I m a ballerskatin on chromepushin the Coupe I m a soldiersoldiersoldiersoldier Fredro Starr We play the block to the morning til the sun comes up Or fiends run outhustle til them guns come out Or deans run outhustle til them ones stack up Or boys roll upwe playin the blockyou know man Niggas on the rock talkin bout the cars we roll Chickens in the club buggin on the money we blow Other People babygettin like a hundred a show When they see usbitches pass outthey holdin the flow Man haters don t wanna see the next man bowl What the little nigga skippin in the Lexus for We in it for the hedkilla what that vest if for? Two stacksglocks hiddin in my Lexus dough Now ya wanna see the ice wit the electric blow They rather see shots flaminnot to test the row Then we love by the minutebut we feared by more Cuz I don t give a fuckI m ready to dieready to go Chorus X-1 I m a soldierain t that rightain t that what I am? On the block yellin quot;two for five s quot; wit rocks in my hand Keep the money rolled in rubber bandsaccordin to plans Dirty pots in the kitchen nigga shoppin in grands While Ms. Brenda from upstairs always callin the cops Stash rocks in the mailboxthem corners is hot Find a dumb bitchget a cribopen up shop Blow it up for two monthsthen skip to the next spot This is a business mandon t mess wit that here Who can fuck around and plus ya still love in the air And that s a nice little toy ya gotlet s raise that Put ya title on the linebig ballerlet s bet that I don t need treesniggaall I need is them G s Money s my highdollar signs stuck in my eyes Don t come to this stripbitchunless you comin to buy It s nothin to hidedrug dealers lovin they lies Chorus Sticky Fingaz I come thru the blockniggas hold they breath They heart pump fearthey stand therehold they chest My name speak for it selfkid you know the rest From outta the darkSticky speakin codes of death Do you know how much bloods been spilled on my name? Unless you walk in my Timbs you can t feel my pain Got no feelings for you niggasice chill in my vein Besides the millions in the bank accountI m still the same Seen my own father slainain t dropped one tear If you died right nowyou think I d fuckin care!? I d get everybody in this bitchstuck up in here And all that war right nowis where ya blood gets smeared Rappers gettin shot upbrrit s cold out there I guess niggas was really dyinor blow that year Wit God as my witnessI end ya career Cross my hearthope to dieand all my life I swear Chorus 2X Hottest songs from Fredro Starr : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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