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letra de born 2 be a soldier - mystikal

[intro master p]
what’s up n-gg-s and b-tches.
it’s the m-th-f-ckin kisarme.
it’s no limit, master p.
im’a introduce y’all to the m-th-f-ckin,
one of the hardest liuetenants on the tank, mystikal.
we was all born to be soldiers.
see, these evil thoughts,
they was scarred into our m-th-f-ckin souls from these wars,
the streets, the ghetto, the hood. the ghetto.

[chorus: x 7]

[master p]
b-tch, i’m a soldier!
[mystikal]
i was born to be a soldier!

[mystikal]
ah, atten!
hoo! muthaf-ckas don’t you move
i got what is takes to make your -ss feel (?)
you don’t wanna rest in this parade
no limit soldiers throwin grenades!
strictly, heavy artillery, calm and gunnin
i got your ground troops runnin from incoming!
go, go go go, the future caliber
bout to rip your (?) vest, split your capita
the n-gg-s be marchin in the land camp
b-tch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made us!
no lve’s, no mre’s
but we kill our enemies, and drive humvees!

[chorus x 5]

[master p]
born, to be, a m-th-f-ckin soldier
the colonel don’t play, i’m out that tank
money in the bank, make n-gg-s thank
at ease when we rank, salute cause we cap
fools run they trap, soldiers bust caps
fools die a million deaths, solider dies once
put that on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt
candy painted hummer, triple gold d’s
we bout it, eyes on our cream cause we rowdy
battle kicked advil, n-gg-s load they carriages
weapons on the mayor of the cash cause i know character
i’m ready to bust keys, n-gg-s (?)
n-gg-s are f-ckin, slanging them trees
they gon die in new orleans

[chorus x 4]

[silkk]
i came out the m-th-f-ckin womb, n-gg-s wanna combat tank
my ghetto antics, my ghetto tactics
i smack quick, stick another gat n-gg- to your -ss and acrobatic
n-gg- what? black, my m-16, is black b-tch
i was born to drop phat sh-t
punk your -ss like a sac b-tch
yeah, i keep a gat b-tch (?) i react quick
blow them soldiers, told ya, and that’s it
but see, i set my sh-t off like a punt (go, t, go)
we roll, i said we roll like a m-th-f-ckin blunt
see, don’t come stunt and don’t try to front
i’m silkk the shocker, i sn-tch your -ss like a m-th-f-ckin duck
i put on my camoflauge n-gg-, straight up my f-ckin boot
why would a m-th-f-cka who ain’t tru laugh at old shoot
about face, salute!
tell i’ma soldier, by the way i talk
tell i’ma soldier, by the way i march (right, left, left)
i was born to be a soldier!

[chorus x 4]

[fiend]
bringin bags and weed
lil fiend live by the soldiers creed
of broken no seed in the botton pockets of my fatigues
war fatigues, playing live chess games with the chain
(?) at the gun range, cause i’ll bring pain
when i’m playing survival games, that’s why i sport a vest
but n-gg-s are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my chest
i was best on my recon, started harm and dis
the war from this, is that fiend was born from this
scarred from this, so all the armies now go hide
cause the crime design, stay from nine to five
enemies retire, and the bigger go up, till my gun show up
no limit soldiers, the world blow up!

[chorus x 3]

[mac]
-ss-ssin, soldier, sniper, murderer
son of a b-tch, arsonist, house burglarer
been there, done most before the sun rose
we changin clothes, when the po po’s chase
narrow with the b-ss, got them hoes all in my face
and them fake n-gg-s hate, so i started different ways
and even when i’m dead and gone
my legacy’ll live on
tatoo me on your arm and tell n-gg-s he got his rhyme on
murder murder kill killin and sh-t that i spit
for lunatics who be feelin this sh-t
put the gat in my face, i never squeal, n-gg- keep it real
pops gave me the game, bout to bag a feel
we attack like the men in black
you react, if you got a gat
i’ll never die, camoflauge in my vein
i’ll never change in the purple rain
my name manifest pain, i’m a soldier

[chorus x 8]

- mystikal

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