Soldiers ft. Fuse Lyrics

All my bros are soldiers, they gon' hold it down

Nunna my-

Nunna my bros are posers, they gon' roll up now, now

All my bros are soldiers, they gon' hold it down

Nunna my-

Nunna my bros are posers, they gon' roll up now, now

You niggas ain't ready...you niggas ain't steady, no

When the beef get deadly...you're the type to just let it go

You niggas ain't ready...you niggas ain't steady, no

When the beef get deadly...you're the type to just let it go down

All-All-All my bros is solid, nigga

They all in the gym, they some brolic niggas

Been known to drop a nigga if he got a problem with us

We on the block, don't need a glock to rock a nigga

We use fists round here (round here, round here)

Everything bless, so bliss round here (round here, round here)

But don't get it fucked up, just like every hood nigga back in '02

Niggas load clips/Clipse round here (wooooohooooo!)

Take a risk, I'ont care - it's yo' funeral!

Lookin' at the game like I'm numero uno (uno)

But I don't hear my name, they don't give me no kudos (kudos)

Stayin' in my lane, two fucks 'bout the money and the fame

Got a gang way bigger than Pluto (Pluto)

Yeah, the gang way bigger than you and I

They can't stop us if all of us unified

Puttin' on for the set, that's do or die

Fuckin' with the mob? That's suicide

All my bros are soldiers, they gon' hold it down

Nunna my-

Nunna my bros are posers, they gon' roll up now, now

All my bros are soldiers, they gon' hold it down

Nunna my-

Nunna my bros are posers, they gon' roll up now, now

You niggas ain't ready...you niggas ain't steady, no

When the beef get deadly...you're the type to just let it go

You niggas ain't ready...you niggas ain't steady, no

When the beef get deadly...you're the type to just let it go down

(Goo-ooo-ooo)

Nunna my-

Nunna my bros are posers

Some of my sum of my dogs are Dobers (hrrr)

Summon my gun, I might load the chromers (grrr)

Hunter might come if thy hoes oppose us (grrr)

One of my-

One of my zo's a closer – KOBE/KENNY!

Okay, maybe not a real gun

But if Fuse take a shot? You should prolly still run

'fore your fam in all black, sum' like a pilgrim – that include the children

Pop! Pop go the weasel! (pop)

Drop yo' amigos! (drop)

Glock make a pussyboi flock like the Eagle/Seagull! (glock...flock)

Switch a gear! Soldiers different here (you're the type to just let it go...)

Soon as a diss appear? We make you disappear (you niggas ain't ready...)

With no magician gear, by usin' dis up here (you niggas ain't steady, no...)

You better dissipate before a pistol pointed (when the beef get deadly...)

Or catch a palm to the face like...disappointment (they gon' roll up now, now...)

Ken and Kazzy new Pip and Jordan, be like...

All my bros are soldiers, they gon' hold it down

Nunna my-

Nunna my bros are posers, they gon' roll up now, now

All my bros are soldiers, they gon' hold it down

Nunna my-

Nunna my bros are posers, they gon' roll up now, now

You niggas ain't ready...you niggas ain't steady, no

When the beef get deadly...you're the type to just let it go

You niggas ain't ready...you niggas ain't steady, no

When the beef get deadly...you're the type to just let it go down