Bun B - Another SoldierLyrics

[Bun B:] Remorse Vengeance Lost of a loved one Relative in commander to the game of life, in which one chose to adapt to as a gangsta Enter my mind Fill my heart My emotional pain Can you feel it? Naw Can you feel it? If you haven't experienced that nature of life, it's gutta [Chorus: Cobe] I got this drama Don't worry momma Cause I got the armor On my back, when I Drive through the streets Everybody on me Tryin' to take my life But I don't give a What about that Grip that thang Cock that back You don't wanna be (gone) Another goner (gone) In the game (gone) Another soldier (gone) In a grave (gone) Bendin' corners (gone) Finna bang (gone) Another soldier (long gone) In the grave (grave) [Bun B:] We are the mighty middle fingaz We do not accept hate Love us or die [Mddl Fngz:] Yeah fat-boy slow, but a nigga ain't quick Ho limped through the door, lay a nigga on his d*ck Open up the door, nigga standing like "sh*t" Fifteen full bricks, same price for a hit Nigga I done done it, it ain't gotta be a lick And if I'm plexin' with you partner then the choppa goin' piss Shootin' up ya corner make a sound like "swish" But I low so gat cause the chopper don't miss. [Bun B:] No the chopper goin' hit Bound to leave ya dome split Lose ya bodily functions Have me think you goin' shit Mddl fngz, strong click Bun b, the strong spit Put you six feet under Why not have a long sit Long walk, short pier Mane have a long flip Got the streets on lock And got the yola on whip Tell momma we comin' home so don't trip [Mddl Fngz:] If I tee, don't worry bout me Momma I'm a g I know how to handle niggas tryin' to come up on me Tryin' to run up on me Thinkin' you goin' try me Shit in a bag Drinkin' through a iv So appreciate ya breath While you got some left Ya life's a bi*ch They got permanent pms And my only fear of death is reincarnation So it ain't sh*t for me to make you niggas er patients Another soldier in the grave [Chorus] [B.a.n.d.i.t:] Two nines, four clips Prayin' that you niggas trip Lookin' for some trouble Finna bust you niggas bubble And I don't give a fuck about your happy meal mug We can go toe to toe, or trade these slugs So catch a square nigga And I won't budge Don't plea bargain now, nigga save it for the judge I might have you niggas lookin' like a strawberry fanta Did so much, done burned myself, retire my bandanna Southwest got them soldiers Some movin' doja Some movin' x But they mostly movin' yola With guns in the holster We never leave the toast'a Face could wind up on a rest in peace poster Rest in peace? no suh Pissin' on ya grave-site Then get real nigga with it and go fuck ya wife So think twice One for you and ya momma life Band I-t, shoot the soldiers like I shoot the dice [Bun B:] For my nigga bad ass bam, I'll open ya head For young lo, I'll let that forty-four fill ya with lead For big munsta, I'll pull out the Thompson and straight squeeze it Behind sean wee I'll cut you off at the knees For the band I-t, I'll close range ya with the mac And for k.s.o lot, I'll put the glock to ya back Middle finger, this ain't a act This uncut coke Don't ever play us for a joke You'll get ya bi*ch-ass smoked We go for broke [Chorus]