Lyrics U.S. Soldier Boy (feat. Three 6 Mafia) - Lil' Wyte
[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,
U.S.
mother
fuckin
A,
[Chorus:]
I'm
a
U.S.
mother
fuckin
soldier
boy
I'm
a
U.S.
mother
fuckin
soldier
boy
I'm
a
U.S.
mother
fuckin
soldier
boy
Yeah
I'm
tryina
told
ya
boy
I'm
a
U.S.
mother
fuckin
soldier
boy
I'm
a
U.S.
mother
fuckin
soldier
boy
I'm
a
U.S.
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
U.S.
mother
fuckin
soldier
boy
Playin
around
with
them
army
toys
You
wanna
go
to
war
then
we
can
go
to
war
See
W.Bush
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
[Chorus:]
[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
U.S.A
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.
[Chorus:]
Album
Phinally Phamous
1 Static Addict
2 Phinally Phamous
3 I Sho Will
4 Smoke My Dro (feat. Dirt Bag)
5 Icy White Soljas
6 Hoods Run Down (feat. Frayzer Boy)
7 By 2 da Bad Guy (feat. DJ Paul)
8 I Did'em Wrong
9 My Cutlass
10 Big Ass Guns (feat. Frayzer Boy)
11 Look Like You
12 U.S. Soldier Boy (feat. Three 6 Mafia)
13 Drinking Song
14 Bay Area
15 Acid 2004-5 (feat. Three 6 Mafia)
16 Bald Head Hoes (feat. DJ Paul & Juicy J.)
17 Everybody Gettin Crunk
18 Possie Song (feat. H.C.P.)
19 Crazy (feat. Josey Scott of Saliva)
20 Outro
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