| Song | Another Soldier |
| Artist | Bun B |
| Album | II Trill |
| 作曲 : Abdul-Rahman, Freeman ... | |
| Remorse. | |
| Vengeance. | |
| Lost of a loved one. | |
| Relative in commander in 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 gutter. | |
| [Chorus: Cobe] | |
| I got this drama | |
| Don't worry mama | |
| '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 thing | |
| 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, grave, grave, grave, grave, grave, grave, grave. | |
| [Bun B:] | |
| We are the mighty Mddl Fngz | |
| We do not accept hate | |
| Love us or die. | |
| [Mddl Fngz:] | |
| Yeah fat boy slow, but a nigga ain't quick | |
| Hoe limped through the door, lay a nigga on his dick | |
| Open up the door, nigga standin' like shit | |
| 15 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 chopper gon' piss | |
| Shootin' up your corner make a sound like "Swish" | |
| But I low so ghat cause the chopper don't miss. | |
| [Bun B:] | |
| No the chopper gon' hit | |
| Bound to leave your dome split | |
| Lose your bodily functions | |
| Have me think you gon' shit | |
| Mddl Fngz, strong click | |
| Bun B, the strong spit | |
| Put you 6 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 mama we comin' home so don't trip. | |
| [Mddl Fngz:] | |
| If I Tee, don't worry 'about me | |
| Mama I'm a G | |
| I know how to handle niggas tryin' to come up on me | |
| Tryin' to run up on me | |
| Thinkin' you gon' try me | |
| Shit in a bag | |
| Drinkin' through a IV | |
| So appreciate your breath | |
| While you got some left | |
| Your life's a bitch | |
| They got permanent PMS | |
| And my only fear of death is reincarnation | |
| So it ain't shit for me to make you niggas ER patients | |
| Another Soldier in the grave. | |
| [Chorus: Cobe] | |
| I got this drama | |
| Don't worry mama | |
| '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 thing | |
| 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, grave, grave, grave, grave, grave, grave, grave. | |
| [B.A.N.D.I.T:] | |
| 2 9's 4 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 toaster | |
| Face could wind up on a rest in peace poster. | |
| Rest in peace? No sir | |
| Pissin' on your graveside | |
| Then get real nigga with it & go fuck your wife | |
| So think twice | |
| One for you & your mama 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 44 fill ya with led | |
| For Big Monster, I'll pull out the Thompson & 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 | |
| Mddl Fnga, this ain't a act | |
| This uncut coke | |
| Don't ever play us for a joke | |
| You'll get yo' bitch ass smoked | |
| We go for broke. | |
| [Chorus: Cobe] | |
| I got this drama | |
| Don't worry mama | |
| '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 thing | |
| Cock that back | |
| You don't wanna be, gone | |
| Another goner, gone | |
| In the game, gone | |
| Another Soldier, gone | |
| In a grave... [fades out] |
| zuò qǔ : AbdulRahman, Freeman ... | |
| Remorse. | |
| Vengeance. | |
| Lost of a loved one. | |
| Relative in commander in 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 gutter. | |
| Chorus: Cobe | |
| I got this drama | |
| Don' t worry mama | |
| ' 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 thing | |
| 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, grave, grave, grave, grave, grave, grave, grave. | |
| Bun B: | |
| We are the mighty Mddl Fngz | |
| We do not accept hate | |
| Love us or die. | |
| Mddl Fngz: | |
| Yeah fat boy slow, but a nigga ain' t quick | |
| Hoe limped through the door, lay a nigga on his dick | |
| Open up the door, nigga standin' like shit | |
| 15 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 chopper gon' piss | |
| Shootin' up your corner make a sound like " Swish" | |
| But I low so ghat cause the chopper don' t miss. | |
| Bun B: | |
| No the chopper gon' hit | |
| Bound to leave your dome split | |
| Lose your bodily functions | |
| Have me think you gon' shit | |
| Mddl Fngz, strong click | |
| Bun B, the strong spit | |
| Put you 6 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 mama we comin' home so don' t trip. | |
| Mddl Fngz: | |
| If I Tee, don' t worry ' about me | |
| Mama I' m a G | |
| I know how to handle niggas tryin' to come up on me | |
| Tryin' to run up on me | |
| Thinkin' you gon' try me | |
| Shit in a bag | |
| Drinkin' through a IV | |
| So appreciate your breath | |
| While you got some left | |
| Your life' s a bitch | |
| They got permanent PMS | |
| And my only fear of death is reincarnation | |
| So it ain' t shit for me to make you niggas ER patients | |
| Another Soldier in the grave. | |
| Chorus: Cobe | |
| I got this drama | |
| Don' t worry mama | |
| ' 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 thing | |
| 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, grave, grave, grave, grave, grave, grave, grave. | |
| B. A. N. D. I. T: | |
| 2 9' s 4 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 toaster | |
| Face could wind up on a rest in peace poster. | |
| Rest in peace? No sir | |
| Pissin' on your graveside | |
| Then get real nigga with it go fuck your wife | |
| So think twice | |
| One for you your mama life | |
| Band IT, 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 44 fill ya with led | |
| For Big Monster, I' ll pull out the Thompson 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 | |
| Mddl Fnga, this ain' t a act | |
| This uncut coke | |
| Don' t ever play us for a joke | |
| You' ll get yo' bitch ass smoked | |
| We go for broke. | |
| Chorus: Cobe | |
| I got this drama | |
| Don' t worry mama | |
| ' 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 thing | |
| Cock that back | |
| You don' t wanna be, gone | |
| Another goner, gone | |
| In the game, gone | |
| Another Soldier, gone | |
| In a grave... fades out |