Napole Napole donna bella l'he perduta la chianella La chianella la corona al re di Francia e d'Aragona. La chianella la fantasia al re di Spagna e di
with the crack crack fuckin rat nigga [Chorus: G-Dep] [Verse 3: G-Dep] Just when you thought it was over But that aint the code of a soldier look over
and get me Stuck, but never lose composer Military minded, I'm a Southside soldier Benjamin Frank' folder, I done shocked the south Prepare yourself for the Screwed Up, we rock the house [Chorus
to me And I can feel her tell me "My angel, this is wonderful" Thanks for letting me bless ya Come down, fly right Drift back into heaven Oh, oh, oh, oh [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus
if finished, my niggas sent us to win it Like gold bend it, scrilla we spend it Cash, Yola, the game ain't over Hold up, soldier [Chorus] [Verse 2]
higher order you keep getting bolder? By god or by country you kill like a soldier? By some widdle you sung little but scream mighty stronger Like fire in free town you old magic spoiler?. Repeat Chorus
prepared than try to dunk away from these strays homie Worlds turn, thangs burn, all in one shot Rest in peace to the fallen soldiers, all that we got As the world turns.. [Chorus
[Napoleon Talking] Life... What the f**k is life for ni**az like us? Been waking up to another muthaf**kin' day I'm the type of soldier, A ni**a that
exstend ni**as ain't worth s**t Cops and ride d**k permits I heard this and heard that About them O-U-T Lawz Some of them soldiers got shot Some of them soldiers
shoulder Don't worry bout a thang baby Girl I'm a soldier (huh) Never treated me bad, no matter who I was You still came with that, unconditional love [Chorus
cars This life as a rap star is nothin without heart Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public My attitude was, "Fuck it," cause motherfuckers love it To be a soldier
Yeah.. ballad of a dead soldier This is the ballad of a dead soldier This is the ballad of a dead soldier Come play the ballad of a dead soldier.. [
thoughts together Won't question will we die together Cause the hour is soon to come Kadafi trained soldier I show you how to use your gun Bring it [Chorus
(feat. Hussein Fatal, Papoose & Carl Thomas) [Chorus: Carl Thomas] Who you are, One Nation under a thug and bullet scar, Young nation, no revolution
A coward dies a thousand deaths A soldier dies but once Verse One: They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherfuckers
my homies drinking liquor Tears in everybody's eyes Niggas cried to mourn a homies homicide But I can't cry instead I'm just a shoulder Damn, why they take another soldier
' nigga Let the Lord judge the criminals If I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto Chorus (to :27 from fade) Just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate (Soldier