Born 2 Be A Soldier Lyrics
| Song | Born 2 Be A Soldier |
| Artist | Mystikal |
| Album | Unpredictable |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Silkk the Shocker/Master P/Mystikal/Larry Mac | |
| What's up niggas and bitches. | |
| It's the muthafuckin kisarme. | |
| It's No Limit, | |
| Master P. | |
| Im'a introduce y'all to the muthafuckin, one of the hardest liuetenants on the tank, | |
| Mystikal. | |
| We was all born to be soldiers. | |
| See, these evil thoughts, they was scarred into our muthafuckin souls from these wars, the streets, the ghetto, the hood. | |
| The ghetto. [Chorus: X 7] [Master P] | |
| Bitch, I'm a soldier! [Mystikal] | |
| I was born to be a soldier! [Mystikal] | |
| Ah, ATTEN! | |
| Hoo! Muthafuckas don't you move | |
| I got what is takes to make your ass feel (?) | |
| You don't wanna rest in this parade | |
| No Limit soldiers throwin grenades! | |
| Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and gunnin | |
| I got your ground troops runnin from | |
| INCOMING! | |
| Go, go go go, the future caliber | |
| Bout to rip your (?) vest, split your capita | |
| The niggas be marchin in the land camp | |
| Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made us! | |
| No LVE's, no | |
| MRE's But we kill our enemies, and drive humvees! [Chorus X 5] [Master P] | |
| Born, to be, a muthafuckin soldier | |
| The colonel don't play, | |
| I'm out that tank | |
| Money in the bank, make niggas thank | |
| At ease when we rank, salute cause we cap | |
| Fools run they trap, soldiers bust caps | |
| Fools die a million deaths, solider dies once | |
| Put that on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt | |
| Candy painted hummer, triple gold | |
| D's We bout it, eyes on our | |
| CREAM cause we rowdy | |
| Battle kicked advil, niggas load they carriages | |
| Weapons on the mayor of the cash cause | |
| I know character | |
| I'm ready to bust keys, niggas (?) | |
| Niggas are fuckin, slanging them trees | |
| They gon die in | |
| New Orleans [Chorus X 4] [Silkk] | |
| I came out the muthafuckin womb, niggas wanna combat tank | |
| My ghetto antics, my ghetto tactics | |
| I smack quick, stick another gat nigga to your ass and acrobatic | |
| Nigga what? | |
| Black, my | |
| M-16, is black bitch | |
| I was born to drop phat shit | |
| Punk your ass like a sac bitch | |
| Yeah, I keep a gat bitch (?) | |
| I react quick | |
| Blow them soldiers, told ya, and that's it | |
| But see, I set my shit off like a punt (Go, T, Go) | |
| We roll, I said we roll like a muthafuckin blunt | |
| See, don't come stunt and don't try to front | |
| I'm Silkk the | |
| Shocker, I snatch your ass like a muthafuckin duck | |
| I put on my camoflauge nigga, straight up my fuckin boot | |
| Why would a muthafucka who ain't | |
| TRU laugh at old shoot | |
| About face, salute! | |
| Tell I'ma soldier, by the way | |
| I talk Tell | |
| I'ma soldier, by the way | |
| I march (Right, left, left) | |
| I was born to be a soldier! [Chorus X 4] [Fiend] | |
| Bringin bags and weed | |
| Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed | |
| Of broken no seed in the botton pockets of my fatigues | |
| War fatigues, playing live chess games with the chain (?) at the gun range, cause | |
| I'll bring pain | |
| When I'm playing survival games, that's why | |
| I sport a vest | |
| But niggas are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my chest | |
| I was best on my recon, started harm and dis | |
| The war from this, is that | |
| Fiend was born from this | |
| Scarred from this, so all the armies now go hide | |
| Cause the crime design, stay from nine to five | |
| Enemies retire, and the bigger go up, till my gun show up | |
| No Limit soldiers, the world blow up! [Chorus X 3] [Mac] | |
| Assassin, soldier, sniper, murderer | |
| Son of a bitch, arsonist, house burglarer | |
| Been there, done most before the sun rose | |
| We changin clothes, when the po po's chase | |
| Narrow with the bass, got them hoes all in my face | |
| And them fake niggas hate, so | |
| I started different ways | |
| And even when | |
| I'm dead and gone | |
| My legacy'll live on | |
| Tatoo me on your arm and tell niggas he got his rhyme on | |
| Murder murder kill killin and shit that | |
| I spit For lunatics who be feelin this shit | |
| Put the gat in my face, | |
| I never squeal, nigga keep it real | |
| Pops gave me the game, bout to bag a feel | |
| We attack like the | |
| Men in Black | |
| You react, if you got a gat | |
| I'll never die, camoflauge in my vein | |
| I'll never change in the purple rain | |
| My name manifest pain, | |
| I'm a soldier [Chorus X 8] |
| zuo qu : Silkk the Shocker Master P Mystikal Larry Mac | |
| What' s up niggas and bitches. | |
| It' s the muthafuckin kisarme. | |
| It' s No Limit, | |
| Master P. | |
| Im' a introduce y' all to the muthafuckin, one of the hardest liuetenants on the tank, | |
| Mystikal. | |
| We was all born to be soldiers. | |
| See, these evil thoughts, they was scarred into our muthafuckin souls from these wars, the streets, the ghetto, the hood. | |
| The ghetto. Chorus: X 7 Master P | |
| Bitch, I' m a soldier! Mystikal | |
| I was born to be a soldier! Mystikal | |
| Ah, ATTEN! | |
| Hoo! Muthafuckas don' t you move | |
| I got what is takes to make your ass feel ? | |
| You don' t wanna rest in this parade | |
| No Limit soldiers throwin grenades! | |
| Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and gunnin | |
| I got your ground troops runnin from | |
| INCOMING! | |
| Go, go go go, the future caliber | |
| Bout to rip your ? vest, split your capita | |
| The niggas be marchin in the land camp | |
| Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made us! | |
| No LVE' s, no | |
| MRE' s But we kill our enemies, and drive humvees! Chorus X 5 Master P | |
| Born, to be, a muthafuckin soldier | |
| The colonel don' t play, | |
| I' m out that tank | |
| Money in the bank, make niggas thank | |
| At ease when we rank, salute cause we cap | |
| Fools run they trap, soldiers bust caps | |
| Fools die a million deaths, solider dies once | |
| Put that on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt | |
| Candy painted hummer, triple gold | |
| D' s We bout it, eyes on our | |
| CREAM cause we rowdy | |
| Battle kicked advil, niggas load they carriages | |
| Weapons on the mayor of the cash cause | |
| I know character | |
| I' m ready to bust keys, niggas ? | |
| Niggas are fuckin, slanging them trees | |
| They gon die in | |
| New Orleans Chorus X 4 Silkk | |
| I came out the muthafuckin womb, niggas wanna combat tank | |
| My ghetto antics, my ghetto tactics | |
| I smack quick, stick another gat nigga to your ass and acrobatic | |
| Nigga what? | |
| Black, my | |
| M16, is black bitch | |
| I was born to drop phat shit | |
| Punk your ass like a sac bitch | |
| Yeah, I keep a gat bitch ? | |
| I react quick | |
| Blow them soldiers, told ya, and that' s it | |
| But see, I set my shit off like a punt Go, T, Go | |
| We roll, I said we roll like a muthafuckin blunt | |
| See, don' t come stunt and don' t try to front | |
| I' m Silkk the | |
| Shocker, I snatch your ass like a muthafuckin duck | |
| I put on my camoflauge nigga, straight up my fuckin boot | |
| Why would a muthafucka who ain' t | |
| TRU laugh at old shoot | |
| About face, salute! | |
| Tell I' ma soldier, by the way | |
| I talk Tell | |
| I' ma soldier, by the way | |
| I march Right, left, left | |
| I was born to be a soldier! Chorus X 4 Fiend | |
| Bringin bags and weed | |
| Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed | |
| Of broken no seed in the botton pockets of my fatigues | |
| War fatigues, playing live chess games with the chain ? at the gun range, cause | |
| I' ll bring pain | |
| When I' m playing survival games, that' s why | |
| I sport a vest | |
| But niggas are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my chest | |
| I was best on my recon, started harm and dis | |
| The war from this, is that | |
| Fiend was born from this | |
| Scarred from this, so all the armies now go hide | |
| Cause the crime design, stay from nine to five | |
| Enemies retire, and the bigger go up, till my gun show up | |
| No Limit soldiers, the world blow up! Chorus X 3 Mac | |
| Assassin, soldier, sniper, murderer | |
| Son of a bitch, arsonist, house burglarer | |
| Been there, done most before the sun rose | |
| We changin clothes, when the po po' s chase | |
| Narrow with the bass, got them hoes all in my face | |
| And them fake niggas hate, so | |
| I started different ways | |
| And even when | |
| I' m dead and gone | |
| My legacy' ll live on | |
| Tatoo me on your arm and tell niggas he got his rhyme on | |
| Murder murder kill killin and shit that | |
| I spit For lunatics who be feelin this shit | |
| Put the gat in my face, | |
| I never squeal, nigga keep it real | |
| Pops gave me the game, bout to bag a feel | |
| We attack like the | |
| Men in Black | |
| You react, if you got a gat | |
| I' ll never die, camoflauge in my vein | |
| I' ll never change in the purple rain | |
| My name manifest pain, | |
| I' m a soldier Chorus X 8 |
| zuò qǔ : Silkk the Shocker Master P Mystikal Larry Mac | |
| What' s up niggas and bitches. | |
| It' s the muthafuckin kisarme. | |
| It' s No Limit, | |
| Master P. | |
| Im' a introduce y' all to the muthafuckin, one of the hardest liuetenants on the tank, | |
| Mystikal. | |
| We was all born to be soldiers. | |
| See, these evil thoughts, they was scarred into our muthafuckin souls from these wars, the streets, the ghetto, the hood. | |
| The ghetto. Chorus: X 7 Master P | |
| Bitch, I' m a soldier! Mystikal | |
| I was born to be a soldier! Mystikal | |
| Ah, ATTEN! | |
| Hoo! Muthafuckas don' t you move | |
| I got what is takes to make your ass feel ? | |
| You don' t wanna rest in this parade | |
| No Limit soldiers throwin grenades! | |
| Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and gunnin | |
| I got your ground troops runnin from | |
| INCOMING! | |
| Go, go go go, the future caliber | |
| Bout to rip your ? vest, split your capita | |
| The niggas be marchin in the land camp | |
| Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made us! | |
| No LVE' s, no | |
| MRE' s But we kill our enemies, and drive humvees! Chorus X 5 Master P | |
| Born, to be, a muthafuckin soldier | |
| The colonel don' t play, | |
| I' m out that tank | |
| Money in the bank, make niggas thank | |
| At ease when we rank, salute cause we cap | |
| Fools run they trap, soldiers bust caps | |
| Fools die a million deaths, solider dies once | |
| Put that on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt | |
| Candy painted hummer, triple gold | |
| D' s We bout it, eyes on our | |
| CREAM cause we rowdy | |
| Battle kicked advil, niggas load they carriages | |
| Weapons on the mayor of the cash cause | |
| I know character | |
| I' m ready to bust keys, niggas ? | |
| Niggas are fuckin, slanging them trees | |
| They gon die in | |
| New Orleans Chorus X 4 Silkk | |
| I came out the muthafuckin womb, niggas wanna combat tank | |
| My ghetto antics, my ghetto tactics | |
| I smack quick, stick another gat nigga to your ass and acrobatic | |
| Nigga what? | |
| Black, my | |
| M16, is black bitch | |
| I was born to drop phat shit | |
| Punk your ass like a sac bitch | |
| Yeah, I keep a gat bitch ? | |
| I react quick | |
| Blow them soldiers, told ya, and that' s it | |
| But see, I set my shit off like a punt Go, T, Go | |
| We roll, I said we roll like a muthafuckin blunt | |
| See, don' t come stunt and don' t try to front | |
| I' m Silkk the | |
| Shocker, I snatch your ass like a muthafuckin duck | |
| I put on my camoflauge nigga, straight up my fuckin boot | |
| Why would a muthafucka who ain' t | |
| TRU laugh at old shoot | |
| About face, salute! | |
| Tell I' ma soldier, by the way | |
| I talk Tell | |
| I' ma soldier, by the way | |
| I march Right, left, left | |
| I was born to be a soldier! Chorus X 4 Fiend | |
| Bringin bags and weed | |
| Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed | |
| Of broken no seed in the botton pockets of my fatigues | |
| War fatigues, playing live chess games with the chain ? at the gun range, cause | |
| I' ll bring pain | |
| When I' m playing survival games, that' s why | |
| I sport a vest | |
| But niggas are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my chest | |
| I was best on my recon, started harm and dis | |
| The war from this, is that | |
| Fiend was born from this | |
| Scarred from this, so all the armies now go hide | |
| Cause the crime design, stay from nine to five | |
| Enemies retire, and the bigger go up, till my gun show up | |
| No Limit soldiers, the world blow up! Chorus X 3 Mac | |
| Assassin, soldier, sniper, murderer | |
| Son of a bitch, arsonist, house burglarer | |
| Been there, done most before the sun rose | |
| We changin clothes, when the po po' s chase | |
| Narrow with the bass, got them hoes all in my face | |
| And them fake niggas hate, so | |
| I started different ways | |
| And even when | |
| I' m dead and gone | |
| My legacy' ll live on | |
| Tatoo me on your arm and tell niggas he got his rhyme on | |
| Murder murder kill killin and shit that | |
| I spit For lunatics who be feelin this shit | |
| Put the gat in my face, | |
| I never squeal, nigga keep it real | |
| Pops gave me the game, bout to bag a feel | |
| We attack like the | |
| Men in Black | |
| You react, if you got a gat | |
| I' ll never die, camoflauge in my vein | |
| I' ll never change in the purple rain | |
| My name manifest pain, | |
| I' m a soldier Chorus X 8 |
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