Solja

[Chorus: Red Cafe & (Havoc) M-16? (Check) Canteen? (Got that) ETA? One minute, prepare for combat Drop zone contact (Hold up) (This is the life of a soldier) M-16? (Check) Canteen? (Got that) ETA? One minute, prepare for combat Drop zone contact (Hold up) (This is the life of a soldier) Soldier, scream and yell it out, go and tell it out S-O-L-J-A, make me spell it out (Soldier) Always on the front line, always duckin' one-time Tryna make a mill' out of one dime (Soldier) Pardon me, your honor But I told my mama, "It'll be death before dishonor" (Soldier) Creepin' in the cut See me and you fuck, jumpin' out like, "Nah, nigga, what?" (Soldier) Salute me when you see me, wouldn't wanna be me My life is not like it is on TV (Soldier) Sleepin' with my rifle, three hundred yards'll snipe you All I got is this bread and this Bible (Soldier) Runnin' outta time, thirty miles and dyin' Trapped behind enemy lines (Soldier) Ran and then they caught you, every time I fought you Wouldn't rat even if I'm tortured [Chorus: Red Cafe & (Havoc) M-16? (Check) Canteen? (Got that) ETA? One minute, prepare for combat Drop zone contact (Hold up) (This is the life of a soldier) M-16? (Check) Canteen? (Got that) ETA? One minute, prepare for combat Drop zone contact (Hold up) (This is the life of a soldier) Uptown got a homie and they use a platoon That send fifty-shot, bullet wounds sound like bustin' balloons If you meet us face-to-face, we'll boot ya, killer Shoot ya, killer, walk away and salute ya, killer That stripes I earned, ain't nobody gave me that A natural born soldier, I guess they know you made me that I run with animals, King Kong, Godzilla and stare True headbussas that grew up in guerilla warfare Where I'm from, bustas get dealt with quick If you ain't worth poppin' in the box, we offin' your shit Then that boy choose whatever they want Y'all, it's four hundred degrees Don't be stupid if you're chopped from your neck to your knees Woadie, please, ain't no more second chances Round, go run and call this clown six ambulances After these circumstances of this violatin' opponent The coroner gon' have a fucked up Kodak moment 'Cause I'm a soldier [Chorus: Red Cafe & (Havoc) M-16? (Check) Canteen? (Got that) ETA? One minute, prepare for combat Drop zone contact (Hold up) (This is the life of a soldier) M-16? (Check) Canteen? (Got that) ETA? One minute, prepare for combat Drop zone contact (Hold up) (This is the life of a soldier) Uh, I'm a lost soul, Lord, please give me a vision I say my prayers every day, wonder if Jesus is listenin' "The boy's gone crazy", what my people be whisperin' "He's practice illegal trade, a ticket straight to a grave" You don't wanna indulge in what I been involved in Go 'head and be a dog then and watch how I paws him You don't want me to hate you, you want me to like you I'll carve UTP in your forehead with a knife, dude That's only if I don't have the straps when the word is passed I ain't gon' lose a wink of sleep when a nigga murder your ass Shit, if I'm not the motherfucker that they want in this ghetto I'ma start poppin' motherfuckers' dome with the metal My tolerance level ain't the same as it used to be I be ready to lose it all when niggas confusin' me I don't need a preacher comin', tellin' me it's over Just take care of my children, tell 'em daddy was a soldier [Chorus: Red Cafe & (Havoc) M-16? (Check) Canteen? (Got that) ETA? One minute, prepare for combat Drop zone contact (Hold up) (This is the life of a soldier) M-16? (Check) Canteen? (Got that) ETA? One minute, prepare for combat Drop zone contact (Hold up) (This is the life of a soldier)