Balls of Steel

Soldiers

(Gangstas), gangstas, (Gangsta, gangsta)

'Sup my ****?

Yeah I'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' bitch, mane (Gangsta)

It's in her neighborhood

Nah, you ain't gotta roll wit' me, it's all good

I trust her, dog (Gangsta)

Aw, **** shut up ****, I hear you, don't trip

Well, the party didn't start until I walked in

And I probably won't leave until I finish this Henn'

But in between time or in the meantime

I slid my bitch in the back door and she crept in wit' the .9

We came here together so we can have fun

Me and you baby goin' one on one

It's yo' hood so I figure it's good

But if them **** start trippin', I ain't trippin' - shit, I ain't Hollywood

We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars

Wit' buckshots comin' from the homies in the cars

Aww yeah, how y'all wanna play this?

Nah, hold on let me see - how should I say this

The bitch that I was wit tried to set me up

Whatever fuckin' reason would they wanna wet me up

And get me up out the bitch wit' the heat

And a party wit' a gang of off-brands and a freak (Where you from?)

I gotta dust 'em if I rush 'em

And these **** don't look like they wanna tussle (Fuck 'em)

I'ma creep to the hoo ride - all by my lonely

**** didn't bring damn homie

I wish I woulda, but I didn't

I'm fuckin' wit dis hood rat (Bullshit, why ya bullshittin'?)

That's what's wrong wit' **** (Damn)

Steady thinkin' wit' ya dick, and puttin' faith in a bitch

Dogg is chillin, makin a killin'

What more can I say? "Top Billin'"

That's what I get, I got it good

Crackin' bitches in yo' hood, biatch!

Would you stop schemin', and lookin' hard

I got a great big bodyguard

So step up if you wanna get hurt

**** mad 'cause I touched under his bitch skirt (Hahaha, ****)

I get the money, the money I got

Hoes call me Doggy when they feel real hot

That's how it is, ask yo' kids

I stole ya ho while you was in prison

Jail, for spousal assault

You was jealous - it's all your fault

Dogg is chillin', makin a killin' (Uh-huh)

What more can I say? "Top Billin'"

Shootin' dice came up short now I'm doin' bad

Lost the Coupe and the keys to the Cad'

So bad, that I'm livin' wit' my momma now

And my bitch done dipped 'cause I done run outta chips

I lost my baller doe and my baller ho

Man to some sucka ass **** man I'm fallin' slow

Can't ain't even call a ho; I'm feelin smaller, Loc

Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks (Give it up, ****)

Shit's real; we peel for the meal

Take it, cause once we get it, y'all come kick it

And bring them same skanless bitches (Why?)

I got some homegirls layin' low in the kitchen

On a mission to keep on dishin' all fools

Doggy Dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule

They gon' get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter

Even bitches feel the heater motherfucker

That's one thing about the, dogg

I learnt the hard way, man

**** went out backwards. puttin' my trust in this bitch

It's 1999 my ****, I trust no bitch

And I trust no bitch ass ****

Y'all know what time it is

Eastside up, Eastsidaz and we out