streets we grew up on A deck of cars with no aces luck gone uhh, tower 1 fell, tower 2 fell, now everybody screwed like loose nails I'm like what are
embers glow So charred and black There's nothing left to burn, to burn We had the same dream Lived life to extreme A loaded gun jammed by a rose The
just a little sweetness and just a little light To give me, just a little sweet, just a little sweetness and just a little light Just a little sweetness, just a little, just a
ain,t never gotta trip or remind me I'm trying to live ghetto fab, like takin' baths In bottles of Don P, but I ain't perfect Just imagine me with no flaws Like a
I don't wanna live, when you appear take my soul) (Just go, I wanna come home) [Verse One: Royce Da 5'9"] (Amerie) (I don't wanna live) Rather actin
a killer, 'cause this is my football field Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel But the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback Every word is like a
of school or have abortions Stop workin' hopin' that they find a man that will support them Up late night on they mother's cordless Thinkin' a perm or
jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a
quot;got yourself a gun") You from the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun" You want beef I hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
'ma give 'em what they want They looking for a hero I guess that makes me a hero Rubber-grip-holder reloader, come at me I'ma rip your soldiers in half
a girl in Woodside Queens, thought he was low Played the crib for a month and deaded his P.O. Started robbin' niggaz till he caught a whole kilo He had a
Delta Force and CIA Marines and SOCOM clear the way Covert missions now in play Special OPS like the Green Beret Repeat 1st Chorus While back at home a
what that is, couple a bodies under my belt, and with mad kids, for self protecta, don't know, bitch, and keep my hands on a-little-a bit a solo shit,
Always keep ya hypnotized We keep ya feelin' oh so high Like it's 1999 All over again with all of my hustlas and soldiers by my side Been a long, long
worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry
move on without us, before us/ Crack a beer an I pour it on the curb an I hope ya notice/ I'm a soldier on this planet, you a soldier up in Heaven/ As
'Cause death won't forever have a grip on our lives So I'ma be comin', be ready for the next shine 'Cause I'm a believer that I'll see a resurrection
like a nigga stole they style BUT when a nigga show up these niggas bow down Pound for pound from the shoulders nigga I'm the coldest little soldier