Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
C-Murder
C-Murder
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C-Murder
C-Murder
Composer
Mia X
Mia X
Composer
Silkk the Shocker
Silkk the Shocker
Composer
Master P
Master P
Composer
David Garcia
David Garcia
Composer
Richard Anthony Jones Jr.
Richard Anthony Jones Jr.
Composer
Edward Knight
Edward Knight
Composer
Craig Lawson
Craig Lawson
Composer
Mckinley Phipps Jr.
Mckinley Phipps Jr.
Composer
Daniel Garcia
Daniel Garcia
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KLC
KLC
Producer

Lyrics

This goes out to all my thug niggas and bitches out there (soldiers) (At ease, salute, C-Murder) all the motherfucking riders out there Representing (its motherfucking no limit up) 'Bout it, 'bout it, rowdy-rowdy (woo-woo, ohh) Soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, soldiers Huh nigga what, I'm a soldier (we soldiers) Huh nigga what, we soldiers (we soldiers) Huh nigga what, we soldiers (we soldiers) I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier) Huh nigga what, I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier) Huh nigga what, I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier) Huh nigga what, I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier) All I wanna be is a soldier (I'm a soldier) I'm a motherfucking no limit soldier I'm a no limit soldier, 'til I'm dead you can't worry me (you can't worry me) I represent the tank, 'til a bitch nigga bury me (nigga bury me) True on my back, initiated in blood (true on my back, initiated in blood) 'Bout it niggas start fighting when I walk in the club You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues And you could I'm a killer, by the way a nigga bleed (by the way a nigga bleed) Forever True roll, to your motherfucking city (to your motherfucking city) If I come to a show, I've got a hundred thugs with me (I've got a hundred thugs with me) Scream no limit 'cause I'm in it, I represent it (I represent it) I never met a tank dawg, that didn't business (ohh) We killers by niggas, counting millions in paper (counting millions in paper) Lieutenant, of a label full of soldiers nigga (soldiers) Huh nigga what, we soldiers (soldiers) Huh nigga what, we soldiers (huh nigga what, we soldiers) Nigga, nigga, nigga, mercenary killers street, hustlers and dealers Nigga ghetto millionaires captains, colonels, lieutenants We packing G's niggas, stackin' Ki's niggas, M-16, 45 AK's, niggas follow me Dumping, niggas started humping, I ain't Donald Trump But I keep the ghetto niggas and bitches jumping Huh nigga what, we soldiers (huh nigga what, we soldiers) Huh nigga what, we soldiers (huh nigga what, we soldiers) Let's get ready to fucking rumble No limit soldier nigga, that's who Tank around my neck represent respect nigga Body it full of fucking tattoos All my billions heal me Its the drugs and bud, nigga clique for the common soldier Drug dealers, real niggas and thugs 'Cause I'm bitch, I'm a soldier fool, I thought I told ya Ammunition fully loaded, camouflaged Range Rover Against all odds, true niggas don't fall, nigga we ball Nigga army fatigue, nigga weed up in my draws You don't wanna take no poor wreck, in my hand, holding your bag About face salute, you've been recruited so throw up your, soldier rag Nigga when the tank come through put some pep In your motherfucking step Fuck the rep, I'm a soldier told you that's till death (womp-womp) Nigga this Fiend, I'm a surviving soldier (soldier) You could tell by my breed or my feed, 'cause if I bleed Its a color fatigues, see my greed keep me hungry I'm a no Limit spar, wanna get it on When your gone blows, from the tank up on your lawn Was born to bust out vehicles, protecting my people Ain't no sequel blasting and rapping and my fool and I'm lethal They gon' understand, how to keep us so planned And how the fuck we stay on billboards, more than the marbolo man (we soldiers) Huh-huh-huh nigga what, we soldiers Huh nigga what we soldiers (woah) And to them fake soldiers, below the street lights We watch them die holding their riches and they bitches Digging up ditches for the snitches in this ghetto Will it happen, making some white rapping checking out my toes Tell my hoes, I never rest 'til they murder my foes When a cop done shot, when a cop done dug and I watched them bullets pass me Looking at my camouflage Making sure they didn't blast me When I die, bury me in my camouflage 'cause I'll be down with My thug motherfuckers, other niggas ride 'til its over We gon' live and breath soldiers I'm still on more times (uh), trying to pay the bills with ryhmes Criminal thoughts makes my nine in the picture much clearer Its the biggest diva, mama cat off the top Open shot on your block and drop the shit your system's got knocked What no limit soldiers kicking up dust, in your face Rowdy-rowdy when we march in the place, we face None nigga don't you ever come fucked up Trying stun off flex, you'll get more holes than a hair net Miss X, be the one, true soldiers call mama Drama regulator, lyrical lady alligator Fade your motherfuckers now, whatcha-whatcha want to do Bitch we coming through, 'bout to run over you, we true Huh nigga what, we soldiers (huh nigga what, we soldiers) Huh nigga what, we soldiers (huh nigga what, we soldiers) Steel toed boots, camouflaged down, with the soldier strut Sound of defeat, counting on what, then Get out the way niggas duck, nigga what Guerilla warfare, should of had your ass about there With this impact display, rip through backs and still we get somewhere Oh yea nigga what you gone do, step to the tank Have niggas fight on who gone shoot you Big Ed is a captain, attention, salute, carry on as you were Getting rowdy, with the tank dawg troops When the tank roll up, its like ten bombs blown up My military comrades don't give a single solitary fuck Pull the gat off the shelf, niggas gone shit on they shelf My warriors want more war mentality, drug dealing Fatality, fuck your feelings, use my gun for proficent killings P gave the order, Kane & Abel is willing Spitting ammunition, leaving loved ones missing Come out this week, we pistol whipping, making sure you listen (we soldiers) Huh nigga what, we soldiers (we soldiers) Huh nigga what, we soldiers (uhh) I'm a buffalo soldier, smoking doja 45 caliber armered pistol when I load, I could stop a bulldozer March there with my army, I get marched over Before you disrespect me, you better serve a hundred Octobers in Angola (Hoo) as you were bitch, stay still, lay low You fucking better knock a hole in every ball in your, A-hole I'm marching with my AK (one-two-three) Ya'll niggas wanna be like us, but it ain't gone be (but it ain't gone be) Huh nigga what, we soldiers (we soldiers)
Writer(s): Percy Miller, Michael L. Tyler, Mc Kinley Jr Phipps, Richard Jones, Craig Lawson, Mia Young, D Garcia, Vyshonn King Miller, Corey Miller, Edward Knight Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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