US Soldier Boy Lyrics
DJ Paul:
Yo, Right now we gonna dedicate this to all our soldiers,
Over there fightin for us,
You know what I'm sayin,
For all our fallen soldiers,
And all our ones that still runs with they guns,
In the field you know what I'm sayin?
This dedicated to ya'll man,
Hold it down,
US mother fuckin A,
Chorus:
I'm a US mother fuckin soldier boy/
I'm a US mother fuckin soldier boy/
I'm a US mother fuckin soldier boy/
Yeah/
I'm tryina told ya boy/
I'm a US mother fuckin soldier boy/
I'm a US mother fuckin soldier boy/
I'm a US mother fuckin soldier boy/
Yeah/
I'm tryina told ya boy/
Verse 1-DJ Paul:
Now as I run through tha trees with my infiltry/
I got my M16 and my artilary/
I got my full blooded soldiers in tha back of me/
And a bullet proof vest and I'm hopin I don't have to see/
now will it work in tha line of fire/
Or will a nigga die in tha line of fire/
I'ma bust my gunz till my clips retire/
America pray cuz I don't wanna expire/
I'ma soldier/
Juicy J:
I'ma US mother fuckin soldier boy/
Playin around with them army toys/
You wanna go to war then we can go to war/
See WBush he sent us over boy/
Them men all went and got some soldier toys/
Put 'em in a battle and we'll showed you boys/
That army fatigue we gonna make some noise/
And blow that mother fucker from shore to shore/
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Verse 3-Lil Wyte:
With bullets wizzin by, children dyin every 36 seconds/
It makes it uncomfortable for me to even respect this/
With this focused brain I can take myself away from pain/
Turn me into rain, sprinkle it upon all of us in vein/
I'm the one that was sent to make sure the sun will always shine/
Try to determin the evil and good all in my twisted mind/
Hopefully, this just might be the one that reaches to the world/
And make a safer place to play for all our little boys and girls/
Cuz I'm a soldier don't get it twisted/
Get your wig split/
Fifty millimeter shells aiming for the terrorist/
Must have missed cuz they still comin with some big shit/
Osama fucked up real deep and there ain't no time to fix it/
He better be off the planet, two light years passed the moon/
Rode on a magic carpet satellites gonna find him soon/
He's probaly already dead fuckin with tha USA/
But if not he better not bring his ass up in tha bay/
Juicy J:
Let me hear tha sound of tha soldiers/
I said let me hear tha sound of tha soldiers/
Juicy J tha soldier boy/
The marines ain't no punk and you know we keep grenades and AK's in the trunk/
With Iraq we be buck, we be fightin and we stomp/
With our fist, with our feet, we be ready when you jump/
We don't hide behind mask like a terrorist my nigg/
Just so you know who tha real fuckin cowards is/
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