Tru - Soldier Till I Die lyrics

(feat. Master P, Dig, Magic) [DIG:] Them b**h n***as hollar soldier this and soldier that But No Limit put that soldier sh** on the map You n***as hollar soldier this and soldier that But No Limit put that soldier sh** on the map Them b**h n***as hollar soldier this and soldier that But No Limit put that soldier sh** on the map Them b**h n***as hollar soldier this and soldier that But No Limit put that soldier sh** on the map [Verse 1] I hit the street with my soldier fatigues, stand with my heat I play this game for keeps and watch you b**h n***as bleed, ya heard me I'm that D-I-G n***a from the third ya dig f** around with me and you get that a** served ya dig Smoked like herb ya dig, ya heard me b**h I'm a give it to you raw and letcha burn ya dig Ya learn ya dig, this is what you earn ya dig Now you know the word ya dig, No Limit Soldiers b**h [Chours:] [Master P/(Magic)] I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what) I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me) I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what) I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me) I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what) I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me) I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what) I'm a soldier till the day that I die [Verse 2: Magic] b**h I'm a motherf**ing soldier till the day that I die Come, get a little closer, see the tank in my eyes Man you b**h n***as don't worry me You screaming soldier but you fake n***as are wannabe's Yall don't wanna f** with me For real, n***a take this soldier sh** serious I hope you n***as are hearing us, yall n***as are fearing us Who started this, n***a we started this sh** Work hard for the Colonel, work hard for this b**h You from the hood and you's a soldier But if you ain't that false claiming sh** is over You phony, I heard you snitching to them po-po's Boy you ain't no soldier, give it up to all them broke hoes Boy you ain't no soldier, you actin jiggy with your yay n***a Boy you ain't no soldier, but you gonna get your day n***a Boy you ain't no soldier, I'm from the ninth ward where we real to this sh** We only taking what belong to us b**h Cause we motherf**ing soldiers [Chorus:] [Master P/(Magic)] I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what) I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me) I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what) I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me) I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what) I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me) I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what) We soldiers till the day that we die (ya heard me) [Verse 3: Master P] Ha ha, what's up to all them motherf**ing soldiers out there? What's up Cash Money n***a. We feeling yall n***as. n***as think we beefing n***a but it's realer then this. There's too much money for everyone to get. What's up DMX n***a, ha ha. Jay-Z, So So Def, motherf**ing Suave House. Them all n***as soldiers. Motherf**ing Rap-A-Lot, yall n***as soldiers. What's up Mack-10 n***a, Cube, E-Feezy, ha ha. Bone, yall n***as soldiers. To the north, to the south, to the east. And all yall real n***as and real b**hes in the west, represent. This song here is only dedicated to the real motherf**ers. Treal motherf**ers. Fake soldiers, n***a might take yall stripes and yall guns