Yeah

[Refrain 50 Cent]:
I´m a soldier, I don´t told you, don´t make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, I´m a head busta, man I don´t give a fuck
I´m a soldier, I don´t told you, don´t make me fuck you up
Leave you head bust, I´m a head busta, man I don´t give a fuck

[Young Buck]
I come from a small town, where organised crime is the rule
You kill nigga´s without permission, nigga´s gonna kill you
We bang the rags too, red and blue, that shit ain´t only on the westside fool
Surrounded by section 8 houses and the projects
A place where you make the wrong turn, you´re gettin´ robbed at
We all targets standin´ out on the street corner
Thats why you see the lil´ kids with the heat on them
Police pull up, hop out when they can´t catch us
They never even get a change to say "park your weapons"
Liquor stores never close, the whole hood high
Niggas know when its "roll", the whole hood ride
We on that bishop and jude shit
I´ll put this 4-5 in your mouth like a toothpick (you bitch)
The south ain´t safe no more, so get a gun
And pray to god that you make it to see 21

[Refrain]

[Young Buck]
You gonna make me crawl through your backyard, and cut off your lightswitch
Kick in your back door, and take all that white shit
Niggas know what to do when I´m around
Go put you pack up, and pick up you 4 pound, it´s about to go down
Buck back on that bullshit, he even got his baby momma walkin´ with a full clip
Fucked a couple R&B hoes, but now it´s back to the hoodrats
They lick a nigga dick and know where that good at
Money don´t make a nigga change
It´s just the niggas that ain´t neva´ had nothing start doin´ strange things
They say I must like beef, cause 50 got 50 enemies
But if they fight him, they gotta fight me
Come ride through these 3rd row´s,
And let me show you how I puttin´ in work goals
The 4-4 bulldog small enought to fit in a nigga boot
So it´s wherever, whenever, whatever you wanna do (nigga)

[Refrain]

I´m a soldier, left, right, left, right, left
I´m a soldier, left, right, left, right, left
I´m a soldier