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DIG:
Them b*tch hollar soldier this and soldier that
But No Limit put that soldier s**t on the map
You hollar soldier this and soldier that
But No Limit put that soldier s**t on the map
Them b*tch hollar soldier this and soldier that
But No Limit put that soldier s**t on the map
Them b*tch hollar soldier this and soldier that
But No Limit put that soldier s**t on the map
Verse 1
I hit the street with my soldier fatigues, stand with my heat
I play this game for keeps and watch you b*tch bleed, ya heard me
I'm that D-I-G nigg* from the third ya dig
fk around with me and you get that as* served ya dig
Smoked like herb ya dig, ya heard me b*tch
I'm a give it to you raw and letcha burn ya dig
Ya learn ya dig, this is what you earn ya dig
Now you know the word ya dig, No Limit Soldiers b*tch
Chours:
Master P/(Magic)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die
Verse 2 (Magic)
b*tch I'm a motherfking soldier till the day that I die
Come, get a little closer, see the tank in my eyes
Man you b*tch don't worry me
You screaming soldier but you fake are wannabe's
Yall don't wanna fk with me
For real, nigg* take this soldier s**t serious
I hope you are hearing us, yall are fearing us
Who started this, nigg* we started this s**t
Work hard for the Colonel, work hard for this b*tch
You from the hood and you's a soldier
But if you ain't that false claiming s**t is over
You phony, I heard you snitching to them po-po's
Boy you ain't no soldier, give it up to all them broke hoes
Boy you ain't no soldier, you actin jiggy with your yay nigg*
Boy you ain't no soldier, but you gonna get your day nigg*
Boy you ain't no soldier, I'm from the ninth ward where we real to this s**t
We only taking what belong to us b*tch
Cause we motherfking soldiers
Chorus:
Master P/(Magic)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
We soldiers till the day that we die (ya heard me)
Verse 3 (Master P)
Ha ha, what's up to all them motherfking soldiers out there?
What's up Cash Money nigg*.
We feeling yall .
think we beefing nigg* but it's realer then this.
There's too much money for everyone to get.
What's up DMX nigg*, ha ha.
Jay-Z, So So Def, motherfking Suave House.
Them all soldiers.
Motherfking Rap-A-Lot, yall soldiers.
What's up Mack-10 nigg*, Cube, E-Feezy, ha ha.
Bone, yall soldiers.
To the north, to the south, to the east.
And all yall real and real girls in the west, represent.
This song here is only dedicated to the real motherfkers.
Treal motherfkers.
Fake soldiers, nigg* might take yall stripes and yall guns.