We're in a situation where everybody involved knows the stakes
We're soldiers, soldiers don't go to hell, it's war
I'm horsebackin' these drums from the kick to the snare
Get them shits in the air, shit is fixin' to flare
Spit on the beat, wrap it and ship it
Put it out, shit on the streets, that's me
Bust you in your shit and tell you, "Don't you ever"
That's me, I need respect, you don't you better
That's me, chrome Beretta in the waistline of my own getup
I'm gone and still going, that's me
You hear a pop and see a drop, I'm coming, that's me
When everybody on your block is running, that's me
With the rocks that could block the sun in
The Glock that I got got a box it come in
I'm like the fear that Biggie and Pac is comin'
The reason why them baller boys cop them onions, that's me
Five to the nine, durag be tied to the side
You could either ride with or die
There, now you know a soldier's coming
He came right into your hood and he sold you something
He spit with a frozen flow and he told you something
I think I hear a soldier coming, that's me
There, now you know a soldier's coming
You better run for it, run for it, run
There, now you know a soldier's coming
You better run for it, run for it, run
We soldiers, we bats, chains, gats
Game, raps, name, we soldiers
In the streets we keep heat
Niggas is deep and niggas'll creep
Far from what you would call soft
Compete and what you would fall off, I'm beef you call off
That's me, the one that you supposedly beef with
That's me, we fought but you kept it a secret
Talking 'bout what you gon' do when you find me and keep seeing me
Lying like you dying to catch me and put three in me
Told him cut the jokes but I guess that he wasn't hearing me
Convinced his self that he wasn't fearing me
My niggas all killers from the bottom straight to the top
Ride with me whether they know the destination or not
That's me, the baddest rap you heard in a while
Ride with the gat in the lap convertible style
That's me, the killer that lurk in the dark
Tear up your goddamn hood from the church to the park
Motherfucker, you hear that noise
You better run for it, run for it, run
There, now you know a soldier's coming
He came right into your hood and he sold you something
He spit with a frozen flow and he told you something
I think I hear a soldier coming, that's me
There, now you know a soldier's coming
You better run for it, run for it, run
There, now you know a soldier's coming
You better run for it, run for it, run
Nothing but underground shit coming out of my pump
Decayed funk from a punk coming out of my trunk
Everybody want a thug with them triggers they pulling
Be shooting "pip-pip" guns that ain't as big as my bullets
Live from Detroit coming to a block near you
Real soon so somebody might get popped near you
All you wanna do is rap, I'll be listening right
Have to flip it, a big difference between a clip and a mic
I'm a soldier, cool as I wanna be
Gun-toting, talking to hoes, rude as I wanna be
Who want some of me? This is no problem that I can't fix
I got a tool that I brung with me
Hardcore niggas, you're nothing
Ben Franklin run this motherfucker and in God I trust him
If you ever see my guns out, they probably busting
While you niggas riding or dying, I'll be trucking
There, now you know a soldier's coming
He came right into your hood and he sold you something
He spit with a frozen flow and he told you something
I think I hear a soldier coming, that's me
There, now you know a soldier's coming
You better run for it, run for it, run
There, now you know a soldier's coming
You better run for it, run for it, run
We soldiers, we bats, chains, gats
Game, raps, name, we soldiers
In the streets we keep heat
Niggas is deep and niggas'll creep
Royce Nickel Nine, 2000
Big Reef, uh
It's business, we're soldiers, we follow codes and orders
