whole lotta soldiers down to ride with me But lord please give me something to hold on to, Something to hold I need something to hold As I scratch the last days of the calendar Niggas roam the streets
He made the first solo flight across the Atlantic Ocean on May 20, 1927. He took off from Roosevelt Field on Long Island, New York and landed near Paris
the money two for the fuckin show Ready get set, let's go Here comes the bucking bronco stompin and stampedin up the damn street Like them buffalo soldiers
wit it, (From the clubs) Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (to the streets) Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (From the clubs) Rock wit it, Rock wit it, (to the streets
I'm on the road alone, headlights in the dark I never ever ratted, kept my mouth shut Bad karma all around and I'm running out of luck Next soldier wants
the dog that don't keep it real is a bitch These are rappin' dogs, soldier dogs Harmonic dogs House dogs, street dogs Dogs of the world unite.. [Paris
roll - soldier fo life fo' sho Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom This is how we ride and roll - soldier fo life fo' sho [x2] [Paris] We come back to
deaths, but a soldier dies once, incarcerated, menatatin like a monk, wit visions of prisons, for livin life do or die on the street, man doubtin
carry bangers and air you out like airplane hangers I rock 5 star general status, projects to Paris At the Hilton stickin foreign objects in Paris I'm