Die a Soldier

[Chorus: DJ Paul] I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] Bullets are spitting alright I will let the metal slide I'm laying with late at night The Hindu's state you will die I know you ho's petrified Cause Infamous set you right With shotguns and falsty knives That blow you clean out of sight You're with all your might Your conscious is staying by You all in that sacrifice I'm going to cut off your lights I'm going off in the fight The rope 'round your neck is tight You pop out your fucking eyes And that way you'll never cry, never cry [Verse 2: La Chat] Now, nigga how you gonna act like you Didn't fuck up, so accept the fact How many times have you've been warned It's murder when you fuck with Chat Don't need your sorrow or your pity Should've thought before you did it Ash to ash and dust to dust Ya'll rest in peace You know Chat when a motherfucker run on up Yeah you's a great bitch Just letting you know got thoughts of red Oh, no remorse I buck you down with the .44 Never see my cowards I got too much pride to let it ride My nigga it's whatever We can buck it out til one of us reach the sky [Chorus: DJ Paul] I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward [Verse 3: Project Pat] Coming like a duck-a You know I came for trouble Some thug wit' the crosser Hollow let a bust-a The hood for the money Coming from a junkie Your nose kinda runny You feel like a mummy Your pockets are crummy But mine's getting phatter Your lips gettin' blacker To me, it don't matter You pay what you owe-a Player oh fa' show-a True mentality of a ghetto soldier [Verse 4: T-Rock] Don't never get next to me Although platinum thugging is my pedigree I calculate my weapons to killing is my recipe Bless it be, my militant Memphis when in jeopardy Testing me, I blast him and he opens like sesame West it be, a much bigger man than what they measure me My mother and my rifle are my only 2 treacheries Best believe, a singular shot you plead heavily Never breathe, I guess a casket was his destiny [Chorus: DJ Paul] I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward I'd rather die a soldier, than nigga live a coward [Verse 5: Crunchy Black] I got a problem Money, dividends, gotta solve them I heard you niggas, they out to rob me I can't let 'em get me bro I can't let 'em get me No, I gotta stand ten toes down I got keep a strap on me I make sure no phony catch me cornered Out here on that street life I'd rather die a soldier than a coward any night [Verse 6: Gangsta Boo] How you wanna do it How you wanna take it You gon' wake up naked in the bed with Satan Shaken, waking up and shit Bitch, I betcha when the tech be pointed at ya Maybe you will catch a fucking bullet Never pistol playing, never, bitch Bitch, I'd rather be soldier than a coward any day Bitch, I'd rather smoke a hydro watch my cash flow anyway Call me Gangsta, Gangsta, never fuck me, thank ya If you ain't no man, with no cheese ask some niggas who know me [Verse 7: M.C. Mack] Sitting back, contemplating, waiting for another bitch to slip I'm living on the verge That's where I stay, strapped with them pistol grips I never ever come up short When it's time to jack a rudy poo Just place the thing up to his brain Bitch, I'm M.C. Mack, I'll close your shop Trick, you devoured I'd rather go out like soldier Than even fuck off with you cowards Come up on me, run up on me Nigga, like you got some anna Play that role like you so buck And Kamikaze gonna find ya They better remind ya [Verse 8: Scanman] Kamikaze's dark, nigga Quiet, nigga Don't play me, nigga I don't give fuck, nigga Test me if you wanna, nigga Slugs gonna hit you, nigga Leave you in a gutter. nigga Police ain't gon' find me, nigga 'Cause I'm long gone, nigga Should've listened to me, nigga Told you, I'm a testy, nigga [?] dead, niggas Called on by the Scanman, nigga We be like whatever, nigga Whoop ya Kaze style, nigga If you want us, come get us Come bring it to the camp, nigga Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse