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DJ Kay Slay - Soldierz Lyrics
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[ Featuring DJ Paul, Trae Tha Truth, VL Deck ]

Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I'm in the back, uh
Only see me if you act up
Motherf*ckers 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 (DJ Paul motherf*cker)

See my killers ain't in videos, no
They at the crib cleanin' shoes and guns
See my player partners, they don't run up after 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
Hoe ass nigga try to run up on me
They know I had that nine on me like

Hahahaha
What the f*ck you thought you was gonna do, huh?
What the f*ck you thought you was gonna do, huh?
Sit on the motherf*ckin' 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 (Let me at 'em Slay)
Motherf*ckers 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, or broad day
Dress up like a bomb, ooh, I was made to spray
I'm clutchin' on a dirty Drac', 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 back bend (Damn)

Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I'm in the back, uh
Only see me if you act up
Motherf*ckers 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 know what the steel is, 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 motherf*cker
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
Motherf*ckers 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
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Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I'm in the back, uh
Only see me if you act up
Motherf*ckers 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 (DJ Paul motherf*cker)

See my killers ain't in videos, no
They at the crib cleanin' shoes and guns
See my player partners, they don't run up after 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
Hoe ass nigga try to run up on me
They know I had that nine on me like

Hahahaha
What the f*ck you thought you was gonna do, huh?
What the f*ck you thought you was gonna do, huh?
Sit on the motherf*ckin' 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 (Let me at 'em Slay)
Motherf*ckers 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, or broad day
Dress up like a bomb, ooh, I was made to spray
I'm clutchin' on a dirty Drac', 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 back bend (Damn)

Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I'm in the back, uh
Only see me if you act up
Motherf*ckers 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 know what the steel is, 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 motherf*cker
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
Motherf*ckers 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
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Writer: Keith Grayson, Frazier Thompson, Paul Beauregard
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