Every Soldier In The Hood 作词：Clifford Smith, Corey Woods
Yo, yo, yo, yo This is for homies and fools, man Don't stand over there Shaolin over here and I hear Chill, chill, chill, police man
To every soldier in the hood, go in To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive Keep rolling and keep your guns on swollen
To every soldier in the hood, go in To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive Keep rolling and keep your guns on swollen
Aiyo, joint loaded, Lotus, big chain cobras Clothe the certain way, notice My style's new now, with generals Luau Drugs, guns, chilling on the cool out Don't make me pop you, this is not cool
Guaranteed to give you something that works, your dump in the dirt Shitting up blood, fingers is burnt Many cycles when you fight in my walls It's like Michael and the Bulls, see a flying piece of iron, no lying
No fib and no bullshitting, the shines is forbidden We like Crouching Tiger, you just a fucking kitten 'Bout to get that wig re-open and then smoked in Bitches is watching, snatch you in the open, yo
Twenty-four, seven, we legends, the myth, the riff, the gift Shaolin bounded with more wiff Clap 'em with them get down boys, we call them, them niggas Who want it with us, we the belt holders in the business
To every soldier in the hood, go in To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding
Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive Keep rolling and keep your guns on swollen
To every soldier in the hood, go in To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive Keep rolling and keep your guns on swollen (Yeah ah, man)
Ay, the streets be calling and shit A lot of veterans be calling it quits They be calling my flow ill but still I'm never calling in sick This is Meth Man, New York niggas calling me piff
Fuck the cops that be calling me Cliff Flag me down on the Concord, police dogs all up in my whip I get cake women all in my mix, they wanna jump in the six And groupie niggas wanna jump in your flicks
We live the life, Starfaces and guns, I used to fight for crumbs Throw a ace, kick the dice and run Plead your case, you ain't nice as son, I got the drive to win So where you niggas get your license from?
Bite a ear, Mike Tyson, uh, that means dough and my nose itch And coke fiends is blowing they noses My team got cream and you know this So nigga get yours, before the door to opportunity closes
To every soldier in the hood, go in To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive Keep rolling and keep your guns on swollen
To every soldier in the hood, go in To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive Keep rolling and keep your guns on swollen