Soldier's Story (feat. Sick Jacken of Psycho Realm)

We all gonna die telling soldier's stories

When I buck off the gun watch em all duck and run

P.E. number one, my Desert Eagle weighs a ton

We all gonna die telling soldier's stories

When I buck off the gun watch em all duck and run

P.E. number one, my Desert Eagle weighs a ton

I got fly ******** twice as hot as Ice La Fox

That'll get you sliced and popped for that icy watch

Y'all ******g idiots could learn a lot about business

Y'all buying Benzes, I'm putting down payments on buildings

The king of the kidnappings and big ransoms

It's Ill Bill homie, I break atoms and spit anthems

We Mansons, grab automatics and throw tantrums

Show you how the ******** we pop off the banger

He was an alchy with lots of coke

A perfect stranger like Balki Bartokomous

He saw the Glock, he froze, he fell to his knees, begged for his life

Said he was holding another ten keys with his wife

Told me her address, threw him in the trunk of the car

Got ten more bricks plus twenty thousand dollars

Robbed him of the bread, put the ******** in the jar

Shot him in the head, took the yeyo then I'm gone

We all gonna die telling soldier's stories

When I buck off the gun watch em all duck and run

P.E. number one, my Desert Eagle weighs a ton

We all gonna die telling soldier's stories

When I buck off the gun watch em all duck and run

P.E. number one, my Desert Eagle weighs a ton

We place the O in the soldier, wear the mask for the psycho clique

My name embedded in the game like a microchip

You hear the name and you know that the mic get ripped

Psychorealm, LCN, and we don't like your ********t

I keep my spit raw with street slang

I script all unauthorized biographies of sick dawgs

My block filled with the war stories

So we document the crazy lifestyles of the scarred homies

We psycho Mexicans, that's how we roll in cliques only

And got an arsenal to go against your sick army

The casualties of war from faculties that fall

The folklore turns real in a street assault

Soldiers dying in the killing fields

This a rap song, that street gang banging ********t is really real

Don't get it confused, the city kills

I burn nine milli drills the enemy of warfare's get it ill

We all gonna die telling soldier's stories

When I buck off the gun watch em all duck and run

P.E. number one, my Desert Eagle weighs a ton

We all gonna die telling soldier's stories

When I buck off the gun watch em all duck and run

P.E. number one, my Desert Eagle weighs a ton

I reach my speech bitterly through every bitter release

Chasing demons out my mind to get rid of the beast

Walk across roads of lost souls, considered deceased

Then watch the puppet masters dangle strings litter the streets

The young man pulls his jeans, crease fitted his piece

By his belt buckle, grabbing his ********, gritting his teeth

Violent and lone, waiting just to settle his beef

His fate becomes a weight inside a heart so heavy with grief

Inside a cemetery children of the 70's sleep

Products of the 80's fight for Hell and Heaven each week

Dormant dreams and the doorways to never be reached

Now it's absolutely evident whenever we speak

For me to pick up all the pieces sick assault from a sicker soul

Watching girls sliding down a stripper pole sniffing blow

The drug game's a sport, it's not pick up ball

I got a five-year mando right next to my ******** and ********

We all gonna die telling soldier's stories

When I buck off the gun watch em all duck and run

P.E. number one, my Desert Eagle weighs a ton

We all gonna die telling soldier's stories

When I buck off the gun watch em all duck and run

P.E. number one, my Desert Eagle weighs a ton