AK-9INE - Last Soliders lyrics

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Yeah!Yeah!Yeah!

Shit ain't never gonna stop

Ya know I mean

Everyday, All day Soldiers on the battle field

[Verse 1]

From the cradle to the block, it don't stop until I'm gone

catch a hot to the dome, I'm married to the microphone

And leave the streets alone, so save the bones for Harry Jones

cause I'm hungry, I'm never lonely

My dogs and my guns keep me company, the path get bumpy

it's lonely road up to the top, I start to really feel it Pac

When he said fuck the world, cock the double barrel

I got the mind of a panther, sing along to my ghetto anthem

I be reppin' this shit, the hardest nigga to spit

I drop 1-6, my future hard to predict

I got two strikes now and they would love to lay me down

flyin' in and outta town on a true thugs passion

'til I see thugs mansion and money in large advances

Navigators and Benzes kickin' doors off the hinges

relentless, until we in this

just hussle and handle business 'til I'm dead go and finish

[Hook]

It ain't too many soldiers left

but I gonna rep it to the death

Until I take my last breath and all the smoke leave my chest

I'm a rep it, ain't too many soldiers left...left...left...left...

[Verse 2]

Everyday I'm on a battlefield of frontline soldiers, strappin' a holster

so all my dogs locked up in Folsom put yo fists in the air

I know you missin' us here

just light yo blunts and make a toast if you ain't locked up

so many soldiers boxed up and poxed up and throw away the key

And I family dead and gone that I wish that I could see

but it's obsolete now, I never put my heat down

it's time for us to eat now

We street proud, a land of the lost

how does freedom really cost

hoe we all get a piece, walk my dogs off the leash

when I'm roamin' these streets

God bless the decease, we never trust the police

so many soldiers outta reach, I hope they all rest in peace

I need an essence for myself, so I dug in syreece

made the poverty cease, soldiers stand on your feet

I'm a rep it the death nigga never retreat

Fuck defeat, a young vet. commander in chief

[Hook]

It ain't too many soldiers left

but I gonna rep it to the death

Until I take my last breath and all the smoke leave my chest

I'm a rep it, ain't too many soldiers left...left...left...left...

[Verse 3]

Tell me where will it stop, when my cats get dropped

when they got me somewhere six covered with dirt on top

This life is full of drama, so many things that we were promised

other nations try and bomb us cause this shit ain't fair

We stick our nose in bidness, but its problem right here

so fuck the Bush Administration, these motherfuckas is racist

Soldiers with battle faces, at ease, salute

this shit is deep root, only ride wit die hard troops

This life is basic training, ready to ride with no explaining

I'm a soldier, take my folder

I got G-Files that young block niggaz that strapped and ready for war

I want the Sky Blue Bentley on the show room floor

Until they open the door, I'm still comin hardcore

until I see thugs mansion and money in large advances

Navigators and Benzes kickin' doors off the hinges, relentless

until we in this, just hussle and handle bidness

[Hook]

It ain't too many soldiers left

but I gonna rep it to the death

Until I take my last breath and all the smoke leave my chest

I'm a rep it, ain't too many soldiers left...left...left...left...

[Beat Goes On]

'til I see thugs mansion and money in large advances

Navigators and Benzes kickin' doors off the hinges

relentless, until we in this, just hussle and handle bidness

'till I can't go and finish...

It ain't too many soldiers left

but I gonna rep it to the death

Until I take my last breath and all the smoke leave my chest

I'm a rep it, ain't too many soldiers left...left...left...left...

[Spoken]

Got my nigga...Big Lonely in the house

Know what I'm sayin...Tellin' you, one of the last soldiers, one of the chosen few

Got my nigga Overdose on the track...You know what I'm say, my nigga Big-Z

It never gonna stop...

We Gone