Dead Soldier

The plan, to take command of the whole family

Though underhanded, to be the man it was planned

All my road dogs, official mob figures

Love to act up, the first to bomb when we rob niggas

I can be lost in my own mind

To be the boss, only thought's: grip on chrome 9's

Niggas get tossed up, war scars, battlefield memories

Swore I saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennessy

Talkin' to a nigga on a tight leash

Screamin' "**** the police!" as I ride through the night streets

Little child runnin' wild, towards danger

What's the cause? Don't be alarmed, death to all strangers

Maybe I'm a madman

A pistol grabbin' nigga, unleash the Sandman

Promise a merciless retaliation, nothin' is colder

Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier

Completely lost, revenge at all costs

Payback's a bitch, switched, now the trick's crossed

Tossed up and never to be heard of

A single witness screamin', "Bloody murder, murder!"

Blast, tell me, homie, what you see now?

A blind man and a dead body, I'm ready to leave town

And get my cash though, hook up with Kastro

Homie had to blast on the task force

Stupid coppers tried to play us out, never that

They took my money and my stash, time to get 'em back

Upon my secret arrival

Two Glock four-fives, time for survival

Death to my rivals – tell me, what you want, Lord?

Nobody left after the death of a drug lord

The situation's critical, nothin' is colder

Than hear the ballad of a dead soldier

Be a coward, put yo' hands to the moon

When my Glocks rang out, the niggas came out, BOOM!

Who wanna see me in a challenge?

So merciless, I'm terrifyin' niggas in my ballads

Do you feel me? Capo or Capi-tan

One day I'll be the Don; until then, remain strong

My only fear of death is reincarnation

Bustin' at my adversaries like a mental patient

To all my niggas facin' 60 years

Sheddin' tattooed tears, another suicidal on the tier

Takin' private planes, tryin' to survive the game

For all my homies that'll never be alive again

All they promise us is death, nigga

Take a breath, come be the last one left, nigga

It's real now, feel it or fantasize it, ain't nothin' colder

Listen, you can hear it – the ballad of a dead soldier