feat. Sticky Fingaz, X-1



[Chorus: Fredro Starr]

I'm a soldier, ready for war, ready to shoot

I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops

I'm a baller, skatin on chrome, pushin the Coupe

I'm a hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler

Told ya, ready for war, ready to shoot

I'm a warrior, ready to die for my troops

I'm a baller, skatin on chrome, pushin the Coupe

I'm a soldier, soldier, soldier, soldier



[Fredro Starr]

We play the block to the morning til the sun comes up

Or fiends run out, hustle til them guns come out

Or deans run out, hustle til them ones stack up

Or boys roll up, we playin the block, you know man

Niggas on the rock talkin bout the cars we roll

Chickens in the club buggin on the money we blow

Other People baby, gettin like a hundred a show

When they see us, bitches pass out, they holdin the flow

Man haters don't wanna see the next man bowl

What the little nigga skippin in the Lexus for

We in it for the hed, killa what that vest if for?

Two stacks, glocks hiddin in my Lexus dough

Now ya wanna see the ice wit the electric blow

They rather see shots flamin, not to test the row

Then we love by the minute, but we feared by more

Cuz I don't give a fuck, I'm ready to die, ready to go



[Chorus]



[X-1]

I'm a soldier, ain't that right, ain't that what I am?

On the block yellin