DUBEE - Soldiers Only lyrics

Yeah though, deezie, off the heezie, straight up off the hundred block

Mark ass bitch you know crestsider in the motherfucking door

Representin 100% real niggas, is you feelin'(is you feelin')

[Verse One: Dubee]

I bring what's righteous through a time of holocaust

Lace game, then bust they mental and pay the cost

Now picture this, just remeniss the brother with the jheri curl

Shakin them scary girls, gone in a merry world

Wasn't trippin' off democrats or repub-u-lican

Steady trickin' off my tax sales but time kept tickin'

I reckon' my intelect got deep off in these streets

And that nine millimete was just precautional heat, so peep

This here will freak your mental, like a dental

And proceed to cop the chop and fuck the block is fundamental

And a rental was runnin' around a corner was on a

Whole other page in life a nigga could've been a gonner

Time reaveled and a nigga still had to get sharper

Bring in that cold and trippin' shit and I really doubt that a barber

Can fade me literally or metaphorically

And if I catch you hawkin' me then my response will be

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I can't tell you why they be phony

So I keep game air tight, soldiers only

Cause we be lethal ghetto people

Shakin' them kilo you need to know, stackin more chips than reno

You know (you know)

[Verse Two]

Man not a matter a hand so detrimental

Parental guidance on the label and it all be consequential

Young mental, want to soak it up like bounty or this'll be

Shove and throb it in your grill, I knew your ass wouldn't risk it

This get deep as abyss with hits like heat seekers

They don't miss bound like a clinched fist ghetto verbalist

Gamble take a risk but most gon' spectate

Can't step off in the game leave a footprint and then shake

I'll bake workin fiends for a bank with a jaw shot verbally

Put it down and the word will be that ain't no servin' he

The turf dog, hog with pongs

Servin' the game so suculent like prohms cause I'm

The nigga with the verbal lashin', smashin' niggas in this hemisphere

Kickin' in the door just to let them know I'm in this here

Your business here is to soak game and all info

From your playa potna kinfolks that's why I choke on indo

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[Verse Three]

I'm the enlightener boss game bustin' out the seams

Eliminatin' undistoted information laced in the streets

My league of nations still chasin' searchin' for screws

Fools in the gae of life man, but livin' bruised

Scratch your noodle it's fuedle waistline contraband

With a nickel plate in his hand skeemin' on a few grand

It really ain't nothing new but it's a all to common site

Every state every block in all hours of the night

Thug heart niggas holler fuck the world

Bald heads, fades, braids, perms, and jerri curls

Better hurl teflon in the name of the pocket nation

Start bracin' yourself for the verbal altercation

Replacin' game representatives throughout parts of the region

For reasons them niggas is blessed fiendin' on how we breatin'

Decievin' terminologies never obscure

we raw, real, rugged, potent, and pure

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