Walk Like a Soldier

* first single (send corrections to the typist)<br><br>[chorus 1]<br>Walk like a soldier, talk like a soldier<br>Buck at them niggas, they ain`t no muthafuckin soldiers<br>Walk like a soldier, talk like a soldier<br>Buck at them niggas, they ain`t no muthafuckin soldiers<br><br>[Verse One]<br>Can`t get no ???<br>If you do better watch your bizack<br>Can`t get `em, catch that click-clack<br>That mean these Soldierz got a hizack<br>Gotta get that fo-fo, rahseeda, coalition up in this bitch<br>And we ain`t takin` no shit, ATL done hit a lick<br>Old fake ass clown, don`t even flex<br>You ain`t no soldier, gotta wear your vest<br>Or you`ll catch one, two, three, four, FIVE off in your chest<br>We bout to (DO IT!) We fixin` to break this fucker off<br>We gettin` (TWO WAYED!) That 404 ain`t even soft <br>We gonna (walk like a soldier), we gonna (talk like a soldier)<br>We gonna (Buck at them niggas, they ain`t no muthafuckin` soldiers)<br>Muthafuckas better get your mind right, man fuck these foes<br>We bout to throw some elbows and put some meat on these hoes<br>BITCH!<br><br>[chorus 1] <br><br>[Verse Two]<br>What? What? Now nigga don`t talk the talk<br>If you can`t walk the walk <br>Rasheeda, that trill bitch buckin niggas who soft<br>And if I gots to bring that fi-fi, nigga you die<br>Fuckin with that 404, won`t say no more, <br>I beat that raw ho<br>Who keeps the club crunk? See I just don`t give a fuck<br>I shine it up, cock it back, and ask them what`s up?<br>Cause I be droppin it, droppin it, poppin it, poppin it<br>Walkin it, walkin it, shit it ain`t no stoppin it, stoppin it<br>Make them niggas say "damn," and hoes say "what?"<br>ATL forever bitch and we just don`t give a fuck<br><br>[Verse Three]<br>AHHHH! WALK LIKE A SOLDIER!<br>Give me the ??, let me put em on<br>?? we`ll take it slow, AHHH!<br>TALK LIKE A SOLDIER, "ATTEN-TION! PARADE REST!"<br>Reville in this fo-fo<br>That C-P to that E-P to that D-E-C<br>Lotta fuckin` soldiers want to march with me<br>Paper chasin` is victory!<br>Now you can tell that I`m a soldier by the way that I walk<br>And you can tell that I`m a soldier by the way that I talk<br>I stay tatooed down, I throw my soldier rag up<br>I gonna keep this thang crunk, now who in the hell wanna buck?<br>Look at me, look in my eyes! Soldier boy, I`m ready to die!<br>Coup Deville, my D-A-N-K, 404 it`s time to ride<br>College Park to D-E-C, ATL gonna follow me<br>East Point gunnin, Riverdale gunnin, <br>Rest you soldiers get to runnin!<br>SOLDIERS! ATTEN-TION! Come and march with me, I got<br>Something in my Caddy that your ass gotta see<br>Tech-9, banana clip, glock nine up on my hip<br>In my trunk, I got more, I got enough to start a war!<br><br>[chorus 1]<br><br>[Verse Four]<br>Layin back in the club, tryna stay cool<br>But you know I gotta keep it on real, tell you how I feel<br>Like a fake ass soldier thinkin that they hard like Bogus<br>With a fat chip on his shoulders<br>When you see the Chevy come around the corner<br>Betta cry, let your mama know its gonna get messy<br>Please don`t test me, all that game you poppin at the club<br>Cause I`m really impressed, I see that<br>Alcohol got you thinkin that you really the king, <br>Now you wanna go and grab the steel<br>But before you do anything, I think you better watch out for<br>The Cadillac Coup Deville with the lights off, and the mask on<br>Ready to blast on anyone who thinks they +BAD+ like Michael Jack-son<br>Face down, on the grass, son, that`s how we laid you down<br>And when we took all your plat-NI-um,<br>That`s what you get for tryna be a real killa<br>Drug dealer, nine millimeter, where`s your skrilla?<br>Pop a nigga just to make your name bigger<br>Now how your punk ass wanna be a wig splitta?<br>Muthafucka betta holla now you wanna get up outta your predicament<br>That you got yourself in<br>Coalition come through like a tank <br>That`ll leave your body stankin right next to your best friend<br>Black nigga wanna be on my nuts, wanna be on somethin?<br>Fuck, nigga, be on these slugs<br>The whack, on the other hand, is out of control<br>I can feel them hollow tips fuckin them up<br>Streets off, wanna ride, niggas better recognize