Lyrics:
our newborn baby
Your brand new darling son
At dawn a raging battle
How the cannonballs did they fly
The soldier fought so bravely
And showed not fear
joy
He'll stand by you throughout eternity
And although army chaplain who was stopped and bent with years
Was walkin' o'er the battle field his old
of hell
When die, he gon' die like a soldier die
Holding a swollen eye, drinking Olde Gold
Smoking a stog, watching po-po patrol the beach
Blowing my
said I thought more like a leader than a soldier
Back in the days never no heat thought shit was cool
good cat personified even went to school
learned
when she watch
You die it's gon' affect ya child
I could never respect ya style
You a true conniver
I don't deal with fear, I've
Been ill for years, i'm
aimbot
I show no mercy won't take you alive
Fortunately old heroes never die
Oldest tales ever told
Allied soldiers turned to foes
Our spirit's die as we
yaeh
Disrespect anyone of my bros again
Fling on my black track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again
And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's
Damn, BT
New money, old money keep piling oh
A new bag, brand new deposit
A new bag, brand new deposit
New money, old money keep piling
This
stuntin' in a 'lac
Chicken in the oven, wall safe for the stack
Bought a brand new range, and a brand new 'bac
Old school caddy, fifth wheel slab back
Sacrificed by soldiers drunk on shrooms and alcohol
There is no greater good
That fuels the flame of war
Plastic melts before my eyes
Decayed inside
die by the gun (baow)
Ain't gotta cap 'bout the shit that I done
My nigga got bond and he went on the run (go)
Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk
I don't do chats with old gramps
I fight the masses of traps
You'll never be able to knock me down
I'll never be stable to rob the clowns
That better
the chorus line masked by the dark
Waitin' for the corresponding moment to spark
Soldiers at the ready and homies completely unaware
His only concern is bust
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack
the audience
Of the people and they said
Yo my present self still looking for shit
That my past self feeling old
And my future self is iconic
As musical formats
Manny with President
Showerman or south soldiers
Don't fear olders, never had youngers
Age ain't nothing but numbers
'Cause the seventeen-year-olds roll
Forever and a day
To live and die in L.A
California u.s.a
But I am a universal soldier
Ok
Walkin' through the party tryin' to find my way
Bumped into
of peach fuzz -- his hopes may be the same
But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game
There are fake patches on his jacket -- he's used
Woof woof woof woof
Countin' up my years and my checks feeling old like
Woof woof woof woof
Live long like a Cockapoo (Cock)
Came for your neck like
will have lived just to die
And you'll die with no respect
[Young hustler:]
Yo man, what about hoes, what about hoes?
[Old hustler:]
Hoes?
bout the old days
Man, back then I wasn't as calm
Young, hot-headed jit
If I got mad, I blew up like a bomb
Never tolerated none
Shit, you could ask my
the old *shit*, got a brand new mattress
Don't want no girl wit no flat chest
How 'bout the one wit the ?pack less?
I tickle you laugh, but I just got
I just ignore you
'Cause this not a love song (Woah)
This is so long
You did me so wrong for so long, for so long
No I never thought I could live
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