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• Another Soldier • | by Bun-B feat. The Mighty Mdd1 Fngz & Cobe
(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 [x7])

(Bun B:)
We are the mighty Middle Fingaz
We do not accept hate
Love us or die

(Mdd1 Fngz:)
Yeah fatboy slow, but a nigga ain't quick
Ho limped through the door, lay a nigga on his d*ck
Open up tha 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 patna then the choppa gon piss
Shootin up ya corna make a sound like "Swish"
But I low so gat cause the chopper don't miss.

(Bun B:)
No the choppa gon hit
Bound to leave ya dome split
Lose ya bodily functions
Have me think you gon sh*t
Middle fingaz, 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

(Mdd1 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 gon try me
Sh*t 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 fu*k 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 tha holsta
We never leave tha toasta
Face could wind up on a rest in peace poster
Rest in peace? No suh
Pissin on ya gravesite
Then get real nigga with it and go fu*k ya wife
So think twice
One for you and ya momma life
Band I-T, shoot the soldiers like I shoot tha dice

(Bun B:)
For my nigga Bad Ass Bam, I'll open ya head
For Young Lo, I'll let that forty-fo 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 Finga, 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)
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