March N' Step - Lyrics - Paul Wall

Title: March N' Step
Artist: Paul Wall
Composer(s): Dominic Harris, Todd Edwards Berry, Calvin Earl, Paul Slayton, Darius Coleman, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
Ahh, they shouldn't a done this right here

March now, step now, march now, step
March now, step now, march now, step
(Yeah)
March now, step now, march now, step
(Blueberry, still connect)
March now, step now, march now, step

You gotta march like a soldier, walk it how you talk it
Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard shit
Stripes on my back, is what ya boy go to war wit
Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud shit

You gotta march like a soldier
(Now on my block we just march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it
(We got the lil' mamas dipping)

You gotta march like a soldier
(Now on my block we just march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it
(We got the lil' mamas dipping)

I'm grinding, I'm posted up on the block like a stop sign
Raised off of instinct with a mind like Einstein
I'm a certified hustler and a G
Trying to metamorphasize a hundred two, a hundred three

I'm chasing after currency and accumulating green
With the heart of a lion, I'm on the grind like a dope fien
I've got the street smarts of Avon Barksdale
I took a couple hits but I'm still flowing like blood cells

My money's epidemic, it multiply fast
I'm grinding in the cut like a piece of broken glass
Addicted to the hustle, allergic to being broke
Never falling off 'cuz I stay on my note

You gotta march like a soldier, walk it how you talk it
Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard shit
Stripes on my back, is what ya boy go to war wit
Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud shit

You gotta march like a soldier
(Now all my hot boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it
(We got the hot girls dipping)

You gotta march like a soldier
(Now all my hot boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it
(We got the hot girls dipping)

Ay, get off my dick, Hollygroove Weezy
Young money billionaire, Hermès winter ware
I'm trying to get somewhere like I ain't never been no where
They probably suffocate, trying to breathe this endo air

Halt, who goes there, nigga I live there
I run on top of water, I walk on thin air
I ride around with a MAC10 squared
Thats a pair of semi-automatic shootin' everywhere

I don't care if authority come by here
They get it just like them niggaz who ain't from by here
Yeah and I'm extra 'bout it
If I get in beef, I do something about it before I get out

Yeah, Lil' Wayne never dropped the Lil'
I gave Paul a hundred thousand for my grill
Yeah, I'm so New Orleans that I can't hide
You know I'm cutting something, I'm spittin' for Roc side, Weezy

You gotta march like a soldier, walk it how you talk it
Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard shit
Stripes on my back, is what ya boy go to war wit
Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud shit

You gotta march like a soldier
(Now all my dope boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it
(We got the dope girls dipping)

You gotta march like a soldier
(Now all my dope boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it
(We got the dope girls dipping)

I ain't never had a hand, I ain't never been a beggar
On the grind like a bootlegger, I'm a go getter
I'm Bobby Fischer on the mic, making chess moves
This suckers playin' checkers, simply destined to lose

The Martha Stewart made it blind
See the chains bump ends
Me and a couple lady friends, blowing piff in the wind
I got the wrist ware, smooth and sleek

Nothing but [Incomprehensible]
You ain't never saw a watch like this, so go ahead and take a peek
I'm massive in the streets like a diesel truck
Endulging in that purple stuff, gettin' full of that puff, puff

Tote the iron, I'm double dutch
I'm ice water up in the clutch
Place your bet, I'll call ya bluff
Paul Wall, baby, thats you got

You gotta march like a soldier, walk it how you talk it
Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard shit
Stripes on my back, is what ya boy go to war wit
Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud shit

You gotta march like a soldier
(Now all my dope boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it
(We got the dope girls dipping)

You gotta march like a soldier
(Now all my dope boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it
(We got the dope girls dipping)

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Soldier Of Love - Lyrics - Definitive Collection - Donny Osmond

Title: Soldier Of Love
Album: Definitive Collection
Artist: Donny Osmond
Composer(s): Evan Rogers, Carl Sturken

Lyric:
So you heard that I'm a rebel with a heart made of stone
I got a restless spirit that nobody can own
If a picture tells a story won't you listen to mine
I'm searching for the answer but it's so hard to find

You'll see much deeper when you read between the lines
'Cause there's a fire burning in my eye

Like a thief in the night who can't get enough
I am willing to fight 'cause I'm a soldier of love
Like a shot in the dark when the going gets rough
It's a state of the heart, you're a soldier of love

I'm willing to fight

Love can be so heartless when you turn out the lights
A mutual surrender in the heat of the night
Life's an empty picture when you're living alone
And maybe that's the reason every heart needs a home

Each time I fall down, I get on my feet again
I'm gonna win this battle in the end

Like a thief in the night who can't get enough
I am willing to fight 'cause I'm a soldier of love
Like a shot in the dark when the going gets rough
It's a state of the heart and you're a soldier of love

You'll see much deeper when you read between the lines
'Cause there's a fire burning in my eye

Like a thief in the night who can't get enough
I am willing to fight 'cause I'm a soldier of love
Like a shot in the dark when the going gets rough
It's a state of the heart and you're a soldier of love

Sha la, la la, la la la, when the going gets rough
Sha la, la la, la la la, I'm a soldier of love
Sha la, la la, la la la, when the going gets rough
Sha la, la la, la la la, a soldier for your love

Like a thief in the night who can't get enough
I am willing to fight 'cause I'm a soldier of love
Like a shot in the dark when the going gets rough
It's a state of the heart, you're a soldier of love

Like a thief in the night who can't get enough
'Cause I'm a soldier of love
Like a shot in the dark when the going gets rough

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Soldier &Amp; Child - Lyrics - Anything Box

Title: Soldier &Amp; Child
Artist: Anything Box
Composer(s): Claudio Marcelo Strilio

Lyric:
In the place that we call home
We always suffer
Many people seldom know
They waste their lives away

What they seem to hold inside
Their tiny fragile hearts
What they seem to whisper turned
Instead into a dream

Do you feel like a soldier?
Do you feel like a child?
The soldier is marching
The child begins to cry

The child begins to cry

Something out there calls to me
Can you hear the voices?
My existence can not be
There has to be a reason?

Always so near me
And always so clear
Always just loud enough to
Tear into my soul

Do you feel like a soldier?
Do you feel like a child?
The soldier is marching
The child begins to cry

The child begins to cry

Today, there's no way
We're going to live
Through out these loneliest of times
It fills my empty life

Do you feel like a soldier?
Do you feel like a child?
The soldier is marching
The child begins to cry

Do you feel like a soldier?
Do you feel like a child?
The soldier is marching
The child begins to cry

Do you feel like a soldier?
Do you feel like a child?
The soldier is marching
The child begins to cry

Do you feel like a soldier?
Do you feel like a child?
(The child begins to cry)
The soldier is marching
The child begins to cry

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Like A Soldier - Lyrics - American Recordings - Johnny Cash

Title: Like A Soldier
Album: American Recordings
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Johnny Cash

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Lyric:
With the twilight colors falling and the evening laying shadows
Hidden memories come stealing from my mind
As I feel my own heart beating out
The simple joy of living I wonder how I ever was that kind

But the wild road I was rambling was always out there calling
You said a hundred times I should have died
Then you came down and touched me and lifted me up with you
So, I believe it was a road I was meant to ride

I'm like a soldier getting over the war
Like a young man getting over his crazy days
Like a bandit getting over his lawless ways
I don't have to do that anymore, I'm like a soldier getting over the war

Nights and days that I'd remembered and pain it's been forgotten
And other things I choose not to recall
There are faces that come to me that I thought were long forgotten
Faces that I wish would not come back at all

But in my dreams parade of lovers from the other times and places
There's not one that matters now, no matter who
I'm just thankful for the journey and that I survived the battles
And that my reward for victory is you

I'm like a soldier getting over the war
Like a young man getting over his crazy days
Like a bandit getting over his lawless ways
I don't have to do that anymore, I'm like a soldier getting over the war

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Toy Soldier - Lyrics - Blackout - Britney Spears

Title: Toy Soldier
Album: Blackout
Artist: Britney Spears
Composer(s): Sean Garrett, Christian Karlsson, Magnus Wallbert, Pontus Johan Winnberg

Lyric:
Yeah, smash on the radio
Bet I penned it

(Britney, break me off)
Ooh, toy soldier
(Britney, break me off)
Ooh, toy soldier

(Britney, break me off)
Ooh, toy soldier
(Britney, break me off)
Ooh, toy soldier

I'm out the door, it's automatic, simple, babe
(Why you wanna do that to me?)
I'm like a fire bottle bustin' in your face
(Why you wanna do that to me?)

So tired of you being up in my space
How much more could I take?
I'm tired of private drivers
Need a general that ain't weak

When I shut the door leavin' with my bags
Hit the scene in my new wagon
Bet he gonna wish he knew
The type of fun that I'm gettin' into

Peek-a-boo, he good
Doin' things you wish you could
He's not talkin', he's just walkin'
Like them city boys from New York

This time I need a soldier
A really bad ass soldier
That know how to take, take care of me
I'm so damn glad that's over

This time I need a soldier
I'm sick of toy soldiers
A boy that knows how to take care of me
Won't be just comin' over

I don't want no more
(Toy soldiers)
I'm simply sick and tired of those
(Toy soldiers)

I don't want no more
(Toy soldiers)
I'm simply sick and tired of those
(Toy soldiers)

I want it more than ever now
I realized that they ain't listenin'
Like a princess supposed to get it
That's why I'm dustin' off my fitted

Comin' back looking delicious
Yes I know they wanna kiss me
Now I hold them at attention
'Cause new Britney's on a mission

When I shut the door leavin' with my bags
Hit the scene in my new wagon
Bet he gonna wish he knew
The type of fun that I'm gettin' into

Peek-a-boo, he good
Doin' things you wish you could
He's not talkin', he's just walkin'
Like them city boys from New York

This time I need a soldier
A really bad ass soldier
That know how to take, take care of me
I'm so damn glad that's over

This time I need a soldier
I'm sick of toy soldiers
A boy that knows how to take care of me
Won't be just comin' over

Brit, I heard that he was sayin'
He's still in love with you and
Brit, I heard he sayin'
He could stay if he wanted to and

Brit, I heard that every man
Out here is wantin' you now
Brit, I heard, I heard
What you gonna do now?

This time I need a soldier
A really bad ass soldier
That know how to take, take care of me
I'm so damn glad that's over

This time I need a soldier
I'm sick of toy soldiers
A boy that knows how to take care of me
Won't be just comin' over

(I need, I'm so sick of toy soldiers)
The boy that knows how to take care of me
Won't be just comin' over, comin' over, comin' over
(I need, I'm so sick of toy soldiers)
The boy that knows how to take care of me
Won't be just comin' over

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Gone - Lyrics - You Do Your Thing - Montgomery Gentry

Title: Gone
Album: You Do Your Thing
Artist: Montgomery Gentry
Composer(s): Jeffrey Steele, Bob Dipiero

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Lyric:
This ain't no temporary, typical, tearful goodbye
This ain't no breakin' up and wakin' up and makin' up one more time
This is gone, gone, gone, gone

Gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday
Gone like a soldier in the civil war, bang, bang
Gone like a '59 Cadillac
Like all the good things that ain't never coming back
She's gone, gone, gone, gone, she's gone

This ain't no give it time, I'm hurtin' but maybe we can work it out
Won't be no champagne, red rose, romance, second chance
This is gone, gone, gone, gone

Gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday
Gone like a soldier in the civil war, bang, bang
Gone like a '59 Cadillac
Like all the good things that ain't never coming back
She's gone, gone, gone, gone, she's gone

She's gone, gone, gone, gone

Gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday
Gone like a soldier in the civil war, bang, bang
Gone like a '59 Cadillac
Like all the good things that ain't never coming back
She's gone, she's gone, she's gone, she's gone, yeah she's gone

Gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday
Gone like a soldier in the civil war
Gone like a '59 Cadillac
Like all the good things
Well, she's gone

Long gone, done me wrong
Never comin' back, my baby's gone, she's gone
Lonely at home, sittin' all alone
She's packed her bags and now she's gone
Never comin' back, she's gone
No no never, no no never, no never comin' back
No no never, no no never, no never comin' back

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Soldierz - Lyrics - Fredro Starr

Title: Soldierz
Artist: Fredro Starr
Composer(s): Charles Smith, Fred Scruggs

Lyric:
I'm a soldier, ready for war, ready to shoot
I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops
I'm a baller, skatin' on chrome, pushin' the Coupe
I'm a hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler

Told ya, ready for war, ready to shoot
I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops
I'm a baller, skatin' on chrome, pushin' the Coupe
I'm a soldier, soldier, soldier, soldier

We play the block to the morning 'til the sun comes up
Or fiends run out, hustle 'til them guns come out
Or deans run out, hustle 'til them ones stack up
Or boys roll up, we playin' the block, you know man

Niggas on the rock talkin' 'bout the cars we roll
Chickens in the club buggin' on the money we blow
Other people baby, gettin' like a hundred a show
When they see us, bitches pass out, they 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 hed, killa what that vest if for?
Two stacks, glocks hiddin' in my Lexus dough

Now ya wanna see the ice wit the electric blow
They rather see shots flamin', not to test the row
Then we love by the minute but we feared by more
'Cuz I don't give a fuck, I'm ready to die, ready to go

I'm a soldier, ready for war, ready to shoot
I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops
I'm a baller, skatin' on chrome, pushin' the Coupe
I'm a hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler

Told ya, ready for war, ready to shoot
I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops
I'm a baller, skatin' on chrome, pushin' the Coupe
I'm a soldier, soldier, soldier, soldier

I'm a soldier, ain't that right, ain't that what I am?
On the block yellin', "two for five's" wit rocks in my hand
Keep the money rolled in rubber bands, accordin' to plans
Dirty pots in the kitchen nigga shoppin' in grands

While Ms. Brenda from upstairs always callin' the cops
Stash rocks in the mailbox, them corners is hot
Find a dumb bitch, get a crib, open up shop
Blow it up for two months, then skip to the next spot

This is a business man, don'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 got, let's raise that
Put ya title on the line, big baller, let's bet that

I don't need trees, nigga, all I need is them G's
Money's my high, dollar signs stuck in my eyes
Don't come to this strip, bitch, unless you comin' to buy
It's nothin' to hide, drug dealers lovin' they lies

I'm a soldier, ready for war, ready to shoot
I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops
I'm a baller, skatin' on chrome, pushin' the Coupe
I'm a hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler

Told ya, ready for war, ready to shoot
I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops
I'm a baller, skatin' on chrome, pushin' the Coupe
I'm a soldier, soldier, soldier, soldier

I come thru the block, niggas hold they breath
They heart pump fear, they stand there, hold they chest
My name speak for it self, kid you know the rest
From outta the dark, sticky 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 niggas, ice chill in my vein
Besides the millions in the bank account, I'm still the same

Seen my own father slain, ain't dropped one tear
If you died right now, you think I'd fuckin' care!
I'd get everybody in this bitch, stuck up in here
And all that war right now, is where ya blood gets smeared

Rappers gettin' shot up, brr, it's cold out there
I guess niggas was really dyin' or blow that year
Wit God as my witness, I end ya career
Cross my heart, hope to die and all my life I swear

I'm a soldier, ready for war, ready to shoot
I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops
I'm a baller, skatin' on chrome, pushin' the Coupe
I'm a hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler

Told ya, ready for war, ready to shoot
I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops
I'm a baller, skatin' on chrome, pushin' the Coupe
I'm a soldier, soldier, soldier, soldier

I'm a soldier, ready for war, ready to shoot
I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops
I'm a baller, skatin' on chrome, pushin' the Coupe
I'm a hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler

Told ya, ready for war, ready to shoot
I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops
I'm a baller, skatin' on chrome, pushin' the Coupe
I'm a soldier, soldier, soldier, soldier

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Just Like A Man - Lyrics - Hatful Of Rain: The Best Of Del Amitri - Del Amitri

Title: Just Like A Man
Album: Hatful Of Rain: The Best Of Del Amitri
Artist: Del Amitri
Composer(s): Currie Harvi

Lyric:
I still don't believe it, how much we lied
Last night you made it with him now I'm supposed to be dignified
Just like a man

Well I spend my night times drinking and you spend your days in bed
And I guess it's up to us to choose the methods by which we forget

And just like a man he holds you gently
And just like a man he strokes your hair
And just like a man I still pretend that
I'm immune to the whole affair

But I wanna die, I wanna cry, I wanna tell you that I was wrong
Ya, I wanna die, I wanna cry but it's too late
So I soldier on just like a man

I don't believe it, you were easy to leave but now
I do my best to relieve it in the only way that I know how
Just like a man

And I don't wanna possess you and I don't wanna take his place
But I don't wanna see my last few pleasures written all over his face

And just like a man he holds you gently
And just like a man he strokes your hair
And just like a man I still pretend that
I'm immune to the whole affair

But I wanna die, I wanna cry, I wanna tell you that I was wrong
Ya, I wanna die, I wanna cry but it's too late
So I soldier on just like a man
Ain't that just like a man, just like a man
Ain't that just like a man

And I have something to tell you but it doesn't matter now
I'll stick to small talk and leave the little bits of flattery to him
And I could call you but why would I bother to
You might not be in or he might misunderstand
Just like a man

I wanna die, I wanna cry, I wanna tell you that I was wrong
Ya, I wanna die, I wanna cry but it's too late
So I soldier on just like a man

Ya, I wanna die, I wanna cry, I wanna tell you that I was wrong
Ya, I wanna die, I wanna cry but it's too late
So ain't that just like a man

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Like Roses - Lyrics - Tabithas Secret

Title: Like Roses
Artist: Tabithas Secret
Composer(s): John Goff, John Joseph Stanley, Rob Thomas, Brian Yale

Lyric:
Please don't make me answer you
The world is big but my circles are small
And please don't try to shut me out
I'm in love that's all

I'm not afraid to listen
If you're not afraid to hear

And please don't laugh, I just can't help
Grinning when I'm giving it all
And please don't show, you're face around my place
I've seen it all before

And I'm not afraid of dying
But sometimes I refrain

I believe that life goes on like a hurricane
And you struggle through the pieces till you're not so sane anymore
And so you want and you suffer till you've had enough
And in the end, there's a heaven in the cold clear bluff, only want

To come through like roses
To head fast like a clear stream
To feel soft like a freight train
In the middle of a bad dream

All you wanted was to be proud
Like a rough little soldier
There's a place where the soul ends
Comes through like roses
Comes through like roses

Looking down, I see my cigarette is even
With the horizon that my feet have made in the blanket
Looking back I lost the fight it was uneven
You never gave me time enough to say I was wrong or I was sorry

I can see
Your head's still spinning like a merry-go-round
And you're glaring at the people
Like you've been shut down quarter time

It's a war gonna win
No matter what it takes
And you can feel
Every second of the cold heartache coming down

To come through like roses
To head fast like a clear stream
To feel soft like a freight train
In the middle of a bad dream

All you wanted was to be proud
Like a rough little soldier
There's a place where the soul ends
Comes through like roses
Comes through like roses

To come through like roses
To head fast like a clear stream
To feel soft like a freight train
In the middle of a bad dream

All you wanted was to be proud
Like a rough little soldier
There's a place where the soul ends
Comes through like roses
Comes through like roses

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Soldier - Lyrics - #1's - Destiny'S Child

Title: Soldier
Album: #1's
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Beyonce Knowles, Clifford Harris, Richard Harrison, Michelle Williams, Dwayne Carter, Sean Garrett, Kelendria Trene Rowland

Lyric:
Hey
(I want a Soldier)
The way you got it, I'm the hottest around
They'll know it when they see you rollin' impala's around
(I got a Soldier)
Wit the top down feeling the sounds
Quakin' and vibratin' your thighs ridin' harder than guys
Wit the chrome wheels at the bottom, white leather inside
When them flames be spittin' at you tell 'em don't even try it
To shot it wit Chelle and kick it wit Kelly or holla at B
Ya, gotta be G's you way outta your league, please

We like Dem boys that be in them lac's leanin'
(Leanin')
Open their mouth their grill gleamin'
(Gleamin')
Candy paint, keep that whip clean and
(Clean and)
They always be talkin that country slang, we like

They keep that beat that be in the back beatin'
(Beatin')
Eyes be so low from that chief
(Chief and)
I love how he keep my body screamin'
(Screamin')
A rude boy that's good to me, wit street credibility

If your status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Betta be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things if you know what I mean

If your status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Betta be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough and he betta be street

We like Dem boys up top from the BK
(BK)
Know how to flip that money three ways
(Three ways)
Always ridin' big on the freeway
(Freeway)
Wit that east coast slang that us country girls be like

Low cut Caesars wit the deep waves
(Deep waves)
So quick to snatch up your Beyonce
(Beyonce)
Always comin' down poppin' our way
(Our way)
Tellin' us that country girls the kinda girl they like

If your status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Betta be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things if you know what I mean

If your status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Betta be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough and he betta be street

I know some soldiers in here
(Where they at, where they at)
They wanna take care of me
(Where they at)
I know some soldiers in here
(Where they at, where they at)
Wouldn't mind takin' one for me
(Where they at)

I know some soldiers in here
(Where they at, where they at)
They wanna spend that on me
(Where they at)
I know some soldiers in here
(Where they at, where they at)
Wouldn't mind puttin' that on me
(Where they at)

Next to the speakers keep a toy in the trunk of the 'lac
A reformed D boy use to run into traps
Still a soldier do to war if you running your trap
About my girls ain't no thing to put you under the map

Walk the streets five deep with nothing less than a stack
And 80 carats on my chest provides a special attraction
50 G's in my jeans plus the dough from the waller
It's the reason I'm the king girl, I know what you like

If your status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Betta be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things if you know what I mean

If your status ain't hood
(Ain't hood)
I ain't checkin' for him
Betta be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough and he betta be street

I like Dem boys over there they lookin' strong tonight
(Strong tonight)
Just might give one the phone tonight
(Phone tonight)
Homey in the dickies in my zone tonight
(Zone tonight)
He don't know it might be on tonight

Ooh he lookin' good and he talkin' right
(Talkin' right)
He the type that might change my life
(Change my life)
Every time he look at me my girls be like
(Girls be like)
That one may be the one tonight

If your status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Betta be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things if you know what I mean

If your status ain't hood
(Ain't hood)
I ain't checkin' for him
Betta be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough and he betta be street

Hey, see cash money is a army, I'm walkin' wit purple hearts on me
You talkin' to the sergeant
Body marked up like the subway in Harlem
Call him, weezy F baby, please say the baby

If you don't see me on the block I ain't tryna hide
I blend in wit the hood, I'm camouflage
Bandanna tied, so mommy join my troop
Now every time she hear my name she salute

I know some soldiers in here
(Where they at, where they at)
They wanna take care of me
(Where they at)
I know some soldiers in here
(Where they at, where they at)
Wouldn't mind takin' one for me
(Where they at)

I know some soldiers in here
(Where they at, where they at)
They wanna spend that on me
(Where they at)
I know some soldiers in here
(Where they at, where they at)
Wouldn't mind puttin' that on me
(Where they at)

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It Gets No Rougher - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: It Gets No Rougher
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Eric Sadler, H Shocklee, K Shocklee, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Let me tell you somethin' about an A-B-C style
The A, the B, the C, the D, the E, the F, the G, the H, the I, the J, the K
The L, the M, the N, the O, the P, the Q, the R, the S, the T, the U
The V, W, X, Y, Z, it's bullshit to me

Rhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time
And move on, you better get another week to work with or quit
'Cause I'm on some ol' l shit, capable of murder but I never committed
Takin' no shorts so you better forget it

Tracklin' the world on my tone deafen station, taught her
Supercalifalistic emcee executioner
Wicked witch, diggin' your ditch
Givin' ya stitch by stitch, ain't this a bitch

Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade
Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a mermaid
Louder than a siren, I'm not retirin'
Despirin', admirin' the way I'm gettin' fly
And I sees ecleptoes and I resent those
Brothers who slept on, when they shoulda kept on

Rollin' with rush it don't get no rougher
I stopper, huffer and puffer, a buffer, suffer
I was holdin' back the man superior, right?
You wanna take my title, yo, you'll be aight

You stand below the plateau I stand on
You want my faction to put the man on
I shake and bake and break the laws of gravity
And if you chew on, you'll get a cavity

'Cause I'ma giant, and you're a pee-wee
And all that LL shit, you can't see me
You're cheap and weak, incomplete and off-peak
'Cause it gets no rougher, it gets no rougher

Yo man, you know how we take the order A-B-C emcee's
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, cuttin' ain't no joke, yo L, release the juice on 'em

I release the juice smack dab in your face
Do damage, I'm pickin' up the pace
My mics' like a torch when I'm walkin' at nighttime
Straight to the dome, it's like a pipe-line

High speed, stronger than Thai-weed
Before you pick up the mic to get fly
You need all the dope khaki's that you can feature
So I can serve you, you know the procedure

Listen to the man intellectualize, visualize
Your whole posse gettin' paralyzed
I don't wanna hear no alibi's, don't apologize
I'll put the highs' in your eyes!

The bass in your face, like you ditch the attorney, I'm on the case
With rhymes that'll hit ya, get ya and sit ya down
The competition is booty get the picture now?
Skip the record, my road, to get me-a-go

I'm figurin' yo, nigga you know
I won't allow, not now, no way, no how
Any form of disrespect, you better bow
Time gets rough to swamp I do it pump
In between my jaws adversaries got chomped

The cordless mic is my only utensil
Lyrics you be runnin', I break 'em like a pencil
'Cause I'm massive and you're a small fry
You're all in, a stunt, a fall-guy
Outta order I smolder blacks to make you suffer
'Cause it gets no rougher, it gets no rougher

Shut up, the alley cats' got attention to get
And drop these l dope lyrics on ya, the beat is pumpin'
You know what I'm sayin'?

Let me ask you ask a question
Wait a minute
You could take the game of rap and rule it alone
Demonstrate many styles on the microphone
Build an empire like an African king
I had to show apu jack the ripper could swing

I'ma rappers nightmare, I crush my opponents
There's only one title I own it
Emcee's flip-flop, I bust out the workshop
They try to eve's drop, goin' to make rock

Aerodynamically, it's all automatically, the way I jiggly full of originality
Shay-shop 'em and stop 'em like a cheetah and an antelope
Then I cut 'em like a cantalope on the table
They ain't able, I'm a legend, not a fable, gotta keep it stable

Crack your back bone, harder than grim stone
Doin' your justice overseein' like a chaporone
Huh, on the hip-hop scene, I got shit sewn up like a sewin' machine
Eat a rapper like a sandwich, leave 'em in a bandit
Crack the stage and leave the audience damaged

Yeah, get funky on that cut, get funky on it
Yo, l, them lyrics is dope man you know I'm sayin'?
You better raw sick for years
This how we do it dogg
Pump that good man, let's cut us some real, real somethin'
Yo, bust this

I'm kinda like a soldier, see I told ya
When I pick up the mic I'ma hold ya
Captive, a mack-tive, I'll make sure I'll track it
L'll speak a cell a sneak as your backs' gettin' weaker

I freak the beat and get shieker
Rule over king, you're too over-eager
You're tryin' to make a move for
I'ma prove you're ridiculious

I think he was jealous and in the mood for an ass-kickin'
When you mess with, the man with the plan
Mic in his hand and a fresh skit
R-O-U-G-H-E-R, rougher, so here we are

Face to face, mic to mic, man to man
While your battle ship is sinkin' in quicksand
Strappin' to the bottom like a two-ton anchor
And break, pull the rope, point blank, I'm a sniper

Rapper like a pack, step on 'em like a mack
My DJ cut-creator scratch a record like a cat
E at my side with pride who got a bigger rep
Shh smoke the mic like a cigarette

Every puff is rough I pull, kill a bull, one toke, your crews' a joke
I run through rappers like runnin' through rubber holes is
Nigga, I'm comin' up roses
Step back I got the title bear-witness to a dope recital
I've killed many men my friend and I'ma do it again and again and again
'Cause it get no rougher

You know what I'm sayin'? I'm rulin' this game
It don't get no rougher, peace, LL Cool J

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Ballad Of A Dead Soulja - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: Ballad Of A Dead Soulja
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Lee Jackson, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Leon A. Huff, Rodney Taylor, Kenneth Gamble, Gregory Hutchinson, Big Simo

Lyric:
Yeah ballad of a dead soldier
This is the ballad of a dead soldier
This is the ballad of a dead soldier
Come play the ballad of a dead soldier

The plan, to take command of the whole family
Though underhanded, to be the man it was planned
All my road dawgs, official mob figures love to act up
The first to bomb we rob niggaz

I can be, lost in my own mind
To be the boss only thought's grip on chrome nines
Niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battlefield memories
Swore I saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennessey

Talkin' to a nigga on a tight leash
Screamin' fuck the police, as I ride through the night streets
Little child runnin' wild, toward his danger
What's the cause don't be alarmed death to all strangers

Maybe I'm a madman
A pistol grabbin' nigga unleash the sandman
Promisin' merciless retaliation, nothin' is colder
Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier

Thug for life I will be
(This is the ballad of a dead soldier)
A life of crime I will lead
(Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier)
If you play the game, you play to win
(This is the ballad of a dead soldier)
It's a crazy world full of sin
(Close your eyes)

Completely lost, revenge at all costs
Pay back's a bitch, switch now the trick's crossed
Tossed up and never to be heard of
A single witness screamin' bloody murder, murder

Blast tell me homey what you see now?
A blind man and a dead body, I'm read' to leave town
And get my cash though, hook up with Castro
Homey had to blast on the task force

Stupid coppers tried to play us out, never that
They took my money and my stash
Time to get 'em back uh uh, upon my secret arrival
Two glock four fives, time for survival

Death to my rivals, tell me what you want Lord?
Nobody left after the death of a drug lord uh uh
The situation's critical
Nothin' is colder than hear the ballad of a dead soldier

Thug for life I will be
(This is the ballad of a dead soldier)
A life of crime I will lead
(Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier)
If you play the game, you play to win
(This is the ballad of a dead soldier)
It's a crazy world full of sin
(Close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier)

Be a coward, put yo' hands to the moon
When my glocks rang out, the niggaz came out boom
Who wanna see me in the challenge?
So merciless I'm terrifyin' niggaz in my ballads, do you feel me?

Capo or Capitan, one day I'll be the Don
Until then, remain strong
My only fear of death is reincarnation
Bustin' at my adversaries like a mental patient

To all my niggaz facin' sixty years, sheddin' tattooed tears
Another suicidal on the peer
Takin' private planes, tryin' to survive the game
For all my homies that'll never be alive again

All he promised us is death nigga
Take a breath come be the last one left nigga, it's real now
Villain to fantasize, ain't nothin' colder
Listen you can hear it the ballad of a dead soldier

Thug for life I will be
(This is the ballad of a dead soldier)
A life of crime I will lead
(Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier)
If you play the game, you play to win
(This is the ballad of a dead soldier)
It's a crazy world full of sin
(Close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier)

This go out to Cato, mental, all the niggaz that passed away
Mutulu, Geronimo all the down ass riders
All the niggaz that put it down, all the soldiers
All the niggaz that go through that day to day struggle
This is the ballad of a dead soldier

All the niggaz that passed on
All the niggaz with ambition and money in they heart
All the niggaz that want some and that don't take none
Ha ha ha this is the ballad of a dead soldier

The police are so scared of us
All the feds they aware of us, they wanna see us dead
They got pictures of a nigga head
Ballad of a dead soldier

Tryin' to see me in chains, shit
Them niggaz'll never breathe again
Before they put me in a cell they'll see me in hell
'Cause it's the ballad of a dead soldier

Got my pistols cocked
Run the whole motherfuckin' block, fuck the cops
The police we run these streets nigga
Ain't heard the ballad of a dead soldier

These niggaz can't see me, half the world wanna be me
Multi millionaire, shit it ain't fair
But nigga, you know
It's the ballad of a dead soldier

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My Toy Soldiers - Lyrics - Massacre - 50 Cent

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Walk Like A Warrior - Lyrics - Dead Prez

Title: Walk Like A Warrior
Artist: Dead Prez
Composer(s): Lavonne Alford, Clayton Gavin, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior

I was trained to defend myself for my brain and my mental health
The white man got the wealth he held back
We're living in hell black and niggaz can sell crack
But that ain't gonna change this thing
If you gonna bang, then bang for change
Don't bang for crazy things if not don't bang

If you gonna ball play the game how it should be played
Can you dribble a grenade?
To save your life you payed the price
Mama raised you right now how you ain't gonna fight?
For the white man's laws hell no
For the cause, because we got to get what's ours

Gotta struggle for the motherfucking power
'Cause we're livin' in the last few hours
It's 11:59, I think it's bout time
We get on the grind, and get out the carbine
With freedom of mind we can see what we can find
If you can spot 'em, pop pop pop the Po-9
This is only a rhyme so now don't get scared

Listen to the message in the word
Don't let your sight get blurred, you heard this righteous words
You might prefer it from a car mic
Timeout, I didn't say bug out, ball out, bling out
All you'll sell-outs get the hell out
This year it's RBG so bang on out
Uh, we people army nigga bang on out

Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior

Yo, yo, what you know bout heart?
Can't be the weak link in the squad
Gotta look way deep in your heart
Anything in the way gotta go straight through take charge
Can't hide from your flaws when you ride for the cause
'Cause a nigga will pull your card
Keep your guard up 24/7 on the street
Like you're doin' hard time on the yard

What you know about heart?
Can you assemble your heat in the dark
Take it apart, and clean all the parts?
Life is a journey, a course, like learning a martial art
You can't have partial heart
Gotta get your own, if you drop the bone, dog
We all fall it ain't over till the problem solved
Get your back up off the wall

My niggaz is riders, we fighters, we tight as a fist
RBG's up in this bitch, so bang on out
If your khakis is saggin', you reppin' your rag
And you holdin' the magnum
Use it for freedom nigga, bang on out

All my dirtiest dirts, revolutionaries and visionaries
Don't be no scared nigga, bang on out
It's a war goin' on in the streets
We hollerin' fuck the police
Ain't 'bout no peace, nigga, bang on out

Me so you see fifty niggaz in all black fatigues
My regime runnin' down your street
At the end of the block, we got the god damn cops
And they hope we sink, tell me what you see
I see buildings burning, motherfuckers trippin'
For a goddamn purpose, the police is nervous
'Cause we done observed 'em now niggaz is thinking about murder

We ain't talking, no more, and we ain't squashin' shit with Po-Po
And we ain't marchin' in the middle of the goddamn road
'Cause martin got smoked, niggaz ready for war
So get the fuck up, we fixin' to set the city to fire
This time when we ride we burnin' it down, turn this shit 'round
Keep your justice, your peace and keep blessin' the heat
And that there crooked officer
We won't stop blazin' till they coughin' up blood

Wanna slang my baseball cap to the back and get busy, nigga
You say you a soldier, well get over here nigga we under attack
As soon as they done, they get gone
Murder mo come, come, they done, me red rum
Me red rum, they done and when we put 'em in they grave
We toss in a donut, and tell 'em we don't surrender, surrender, no

Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior
Walk like a warrior

I ain't talkin' 'bout no hustle
I ain't talkin' 'bout no gangster
I'm hollerin' at them soldiers
Revolutionary culture
Bang on out

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Jungle - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Jungle
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Dorsey, Byron Thomas

Lyric:
I'm a guerrilla, I'm a dog, I'm a beast, I'm a snake
The type that will walk up and put 10 hollows to your face
I'm a tiger, I'm a lion, I'm a bear, I'm a panther
If you ballin' I'ma be the one that's gonna snatch ya

I'm a fool, when I'm beefin', I give niggaz the blues
Don't think twice, first mind tell me do what I gotta do
So I gather up my clique, load up the fucking iron
Gas up the creep mobile, jump in that bitch and ride

When I catch ya I'ma do ya, I'ma smoke ya, I'ma kill ya
I'ma spank ya, I'ma whack ya, Geezy gone deal witcha
I don't play, I don't asshole B.G. don't lollygag
I get these pussy niggaz ready for their body bag

I'ma a clown but I ain't the type that play with ya child
I'm the type that go chicka-blowe chicka blowe
Ya heard me, watch out when that thang in my hand
I'ma an untamed animal, straight a clean up man

I'ma animal in the jungle so you better beware
It ain't nothing but guerrillas, lion, tigers, and bears
I'ma game red-nosed pit ready to scratch
Got you running like a bitch tryin' to avoid the attack

I'ma animal in the jungle so you better beware
It ain't nothing but guerrillas, lion, tigers, and bears
I'ma game red-nosed pit ready to scratch
Got you running like a bitch tryin' to avoid the attack

I ain't no rabbit, I ain't no rat, I'ma a soldier that will give you hell
I ain't cat, I ain't no turtle get in beef and hide in a shell
I ain't no mutt, I ain't no monkie, far from being a duck
Believe me I can swim so come in that water, try your luck

You gonna drown, guarantee you go under you won't come up
I'm from Uptown and Uptown niggaz don't give a fuck
My hood is a jungle full of niggaz live that wild life
Picture a untamed guerrilla with AK, he nothing nice

So you know you get in his way, you lose your life
So reverse that, get in front of me, you lose your life
I'm like a alligator crocodile, quietly I lay
Then slip, get comfortable, I'll strike and kill a prey

Take the life out 'em, stand there and watch him stop breathing
Watch him fade into the other world, but one day I'll see him
But for now fuck em', see ya when I see ya nigga
I know at this moment I wouldn't wanna be ya nigga

I'ma animal in the jungle so you better beware
It ain't nothing but guerrillas, lion, tigers, and bears
I'ma game red-nosed pit ready to scratch
Got you running like a bitch tryin' to avoid the attack

I'ma animal in the jungle so you better beware
It ain't nothing but guerrillas, lion, tigers, and bears
I'ma game red-nosed pit ready to scratch
Got you running like a bitch tryin' to avoid the attack

I'm a lil' creeper, quick like a cheetah, so better [unverified]
When I tell you freeze, when I was down for my heater
People say I'm dangerous, I need a leash and a collar
'Cause I'm like a rock but much more wilder
(Rocwilder)

If you got it, and I want it, I'll duct tape ya
Gotta a lock like a pit bull, get a hold of you and shake ya
Ain't now way you gone stomp at me, I feel you trying to play me
I'm like Mike when I bite, I give ya bitch ass Rabies

From tree to tree, block to block I be hanging
Nuts swanging, thuggin', fuck it I'm looking mangy
I gives a fuck, I live wild life like jungle animals
Catch us gettin' how we live on Discovery Channel

You gotta be a snake that creep and know how to survive
Pussy cats got nine lives, dogs like me got one life
So we gotta manage it, we feel threatened by anything
We gotta handle it, we living scandalous

I'ma animal in the jungle so you better beware
It ain't nothing but guerrillas, lion, tigers, and bears
I'ma game red-nosed pit ready to scratch
Got you running like a bitch tryin' to avoid the attack

I'ma animal in the jungle so you better beware
It ain't nothing but guerrillas, lion, tigers, and bears
I'ma game red-nosed pit ready to scratch
Got you running like a bitch tryin' to avoid the attack

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You'Re A Soldier - Lyrics - Husker Du

Title: You'Re A Soldier
Artist: Husker Du
Composer(s): Grant Hart

Lyric:
Running around like an insane maniac
Anywhere that you please
Taking advantage of anyone handy
To satisfy your disease

You're a soldier
You're a soldier

Going off on a big adventure
You never want it to end
Saving up a million stories
To tell to all your friends

You're a soldier
You're a soldier

Knocking over everything
That's standing in your way
Can you tell me just how many
Did you kill today?

You're a soldier
You're a soldier

Patrolling the world with your little boy face
And a grown up gun that shoots
You got a fresh scrubbed teenage outlook on terror
And a khaki attitude

You're a soldier
You're a soldier

Knocking over everything
That's standing in your way
Can you tell me just how many
Did you kill today?

You're a soldier
You're a soldier
You're a soldier
You're a soldier

You're a soldier
You're a soldier
You're a soldier

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Like A Soldier - Lyrics - V - Live

Title: Like A Soldier
Album: V
Artist: Live
Composer(s): Ed Kowalczyk

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Lyric:
I just come down from the mountain
A happy man
Turned on the television
Should've chewed off my hand

I'm sick of all the false glory
In God we trust
Show me one dollar bill that
Hasn't passed through the curse

And if you break my will
I will come back again
To destroy everything you stood for

I will go on
Like a soldier through the storms of love
And I, take you back
Take you away from here, my friend
And charge you up again

We've just come down from the mountain
Where the breezes were blowing
But everything was growing
Like some tree in the bush

Still I gotta live my life here
With some pretty scary brethren
But now I'm a rebel on a mission, baby
To live and die by my smile

And if you break my will
I will come back again
To destroy everything you stood for

Ooh yea, I will go on
Like a soldier through the storms of love
And I take you back
Take you away from here my friend
And charge you up again
Charge you up again
And charge you up again, yeah

Let us go to Ray's, not the Pizza Hut
Let's go to the Pig, not the Starbucks
Let's vote for nadar what are we waiting for
I'm gonna live to be a hundred and sixty-four

To crib then back to the studio
To write a song so good and make a midget grow
From the North Pole down to Mexico
If you don't know the words fuck it, let's go

I will go on
Like a soldier through the storms of love
And I take you back
Take you away from here my friend
And charge you up again
Charge you up again
Charge you up again

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