Bun B - Another Soldier lyrics

[Bun B:] Remorse Vengeance Lost of a loved one Relative in commander to the game of life, in which one chose to adapt to as a gangsta Enter my mind Fill my heart My emotional pain Can you feel it? Naw Can you feel it? If you haven't experienced that nature of life, it's gutta [Chorus: Cobe] I got this drama Don't worry momma Cause I got the armor On my back, when I Drive through the streets Everybody on me Tryin' to take my life But I don't give a What about that Grip that thang co*k that back You don't wanna be (gone) Another goner (gone) In the game (gone) Another soldier (gone) In a grave (gone) Bendin' corners (gone) Finna bang (gone) Another soldier (long gone) In the grave (grave) [Bun B:] We are the mighty middle fingaz We do not accept hate Love us or die [Mddl Fngz:] Yeah fat-boy slow, but a n***a ain't quick Ho limped through the door, lay a n***a on his d*ck Open up the door, n***a standing like "sh*t" Fifteen full bricks, same price for a hit n***a I done done it, it ain't gotta be a lick And if I'm plexin' with you partner then the choppa goin' piss Shootin' up ya corner make a sound like "swish" But I low so gat cause the chopper don't miss. [Bun B:] No the chopper goin' hit Bound to leave ya dome split Lose ya bodily functions Have me think you goin' sh** Mddl fngz, strong click Bun b, the strong spit Put you six feet under Why not have a long sit Long walk, short pier Mane have a long flip Got the streets on lock And got the yola on whip Tell momma we comin' home so don't trip [Mddl Fngz:] If I tee, don't worry bout me Momma I'm a g I know how to handle n***as tryin' to come up on me Tryin' to run up on me Thinkin' you goin' try me sh** in a bag Drinkin' through a iv So appreciate ya breath While you got some left Ya life's a bi*ch They got permanent pms And my only fear of d**h is reincarnation So it ain't sh*t for me to make you n***as er patients Another soldier in the grave [Chorus] [B.a.n.d.i.t:] Two nines, four clips Prayin' that you n***as trip Lookin' for some trouble Finna bust you n***as bubble And I don't give a f** about your happy meal mug We can go toe to toe, or trade these slugs So catch a square n***a And I won't budge Don't plea bargain now, n***a save it for the judge I might have you n***as lookin' like a strawberry fanta Did so much, done burned myself, retire my bandanna Southwest got them soldiers Some movin' doja Some movin' x But they mostly movin' yola With guns in the holster We never leave the toast'a Face could wind up on a rest in peace poster Rest in peace? no suh Pissin' on ya grave-site Then get real n***a with it and go f** ya wife So think twice One for you and ya momma life Band I-t, shoot the soldiers like I shoot the dice [Bun B:] For my n***a bad a** bam, I'll open ya head For young lo, I'll let that forty-four fill ya with lead For big munsta, I'll pull out the Thompson and straight squeeze it Behind sean wee I'll cut you off at the knees For the band I-t, I'll close range ya with the mac And for k.s.o lot, I'll put the glock to ya back Middle finger, this ain't a act This uncut coke Don't ever play us for a joke You'll get ya bi*ch-a** smoked We go for broke [Chorus]