I found a soldier in a box A souvenir that someone lost at such a cost The cemetery gates were closed Only the humming birds would smell the flowers
I found a soldier in a box A souvenir that someone lost At such a cost, oh no, oh no The cemetery gates were closed Only the humming birds would smell
: I found a soldier in a box A souvenir that someone lost at such a cost The cemetery gates were closed Only the humming birds would smell the flowers
niggas like a rhino, rhinoceros Kick more ass than Jacki Chan and Chuck Norris Whats the deal I hid a nigga from his mind Yep you got a line but not
like a rhino, rhinoceros Kick more ass than Jacki Chan and Chuck Norris Whats the deal I hid a nigga from his mind Yep you got a line but not big as
said he got a party for ya And I'm a give ya lord, every beat a heart I owe ya It sounds a bit cliche but Bubba Sparxxx a soldier (OW) What you know about
be a stereotype in ya box Never wanna try to be somethin I'm not I'm just a nigga from the block, if you got it twist it Stay blowin on green, if you
gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this n*gga a pine box And I ain't just talkin' about a measly nine shots Yeah I'm chopper happy
like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood! [Chamillionaire] I'm the realest youngster thats breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason Chamillionaire a
been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this n*gga a pine box And I ain't just talkin' about a measly nine shots Yeah I'm chopper
fraction, I'm settin off a chain reaction That increase, long as muthafuckas bust police Bloodsheed, mutts and gruts The wonder bread buds, a million
the shoes of a criminal death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal I'm not talkin' about weed, jewels, & Bentleys I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot
fiends Nigga had a habit he supplied his own Always stay hot cuz we ride with chrome We kept a little work for the ki's and bones Crowds draw heat so
a criminal death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal I'm not talkin' about weed, jewels, & Bentleys I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food, and
and he gon ba-a-blast, at your body Before it get bloody, give up the cash everybody And since it's a stick up on top of a grudge, so game over I'm sick
high But a little work on a few blocks And I put a few skirts on a few blocks If you dirt you feel the burst from my fuse box Oh lordy there nobody
