Lyrics Soldier Till I Die - Tru
Dig:
Them
bitch
niggas
hollar
soldier
this
and
soldier
that
But
no
limit
put
that
soldier
shit
on
the
map
You
niggas
hollar
soldier
this
and
soldier
that
But
no
limit
put
that
soldier
shit
on
the
map
Them
bitch
niggas
hollar
soldier
this
and
soldier
that
But
no
limit
put
that
soldier
shit
on
the
map
Them
bitch
niggas
hollar
soldier
this
and
soldier
that
But
no
limit
put
that
soldier
shit
on
the
map
Verse
1
I
hit
the
street
with
my
soldier
fatigues,
stand
with
my
heat
I
play
this
game
for
keeps
and
watch
you
bitch
niggas
bleed,
ya
heard
me
Im
that
d-i-g
nigga
from
the
third
ya
dig
Fuck
around
with
me
and
you
get
that
ass
served
ya
dig
Smoked
like
herb
ya
dig,
ya
heard
me
bitch
Im
a
give
it
to
you
raw
and
letcha
burn
ya
dig
Ya
learn
ya
dig,
this
is
what
you
earn
ya
dig
Now
you
know
the
word
ya
dig,
no
limit
soldiers
bitch
Chours:
Master
p/(magic)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(what)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(ya
heard
me)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(what)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(ya
heard
me)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(what)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(ya
heard
me)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(what)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
Verse
2 (magic)
Bitch
Im
a
motherfucking
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
Come,
get
a
little
closer,
see
the
tank
in
my
eyes
Man
you
bitch
niggas
dont
worry
me
You
screaming
soldier
but
you
fake
niggas
are
wannabes
Yall
dont
wanna
fuck
with
me
For
real,
nigga
take
this
soldier
shit
serious
I
hope
you
niggas
are
hearing
us,
yall
niggas
are
fearing
us
Who
started
this,
nigga
we
started
this
shit
Work
hard
for
the
colonel,
work
hard
for
this
bitch
You
from
the
hood
and
yous
a
soldier
But
if
you
aint
that
false
claiming
shit
is
over
You
phony,
I
heard
you
snitching
to
them
po-pos
Boy
you
aint
no
soldier,
give
it
up
to
all
them
broke
hoes
Boy
you
aint
no
soldier,
you
actin
jiggy
with
your
yay
nigga
Boy
you
aint
no
soldier,
but
you
gonna
get
your
day
nigga
Boy
you
aint
no
soldier,
Im
from
the
ninth
ward
where
we
real
to
this
shit
We
only
taking
what
belong
to
us
bitch
Cause
we
motherfucking
soldiers
Chorus:
Master
p/(magic)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(what)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(ya
heard
me)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(what)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(ya
heard
me)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(what)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(ya
heard
me)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(what)
We
soldiers
till
the
day
that
we
die
(ya
heard
me)
Verse
3 (master
p)
Ha
ha,
whats
up
to
all
them
motherfucking
soldiers
out
there?
Whats
up
cash
money
nigga.
We
feeling
yall
niggas.
Niggas
think
we
beefing
nigga
but
its
realer
then
this.
Theres
too
much
money
for
everyone
to
get.
Whats
up
dmx
nigga,
ha
ha.
Jay-z,
so
so
def,
motherfucking
suave
house.
Them
all
niggas
soldiers.
Motherfucking
rap-a-lot,
yall
niggas
soldiers.
Whats
up
mack-10
nigga,
cube,
e-feezy,
ha
ha.
Bone,
yall
niggas
soldiers.
To
the
north,
to
the
south,
to
the
east.
And
all
yall
real
niggas
and
real
bitches
in
the
west,
represent.
This
song
here
is
only
dedicated
to
the
real
motherfuckers.
Treal
motherfuckers.
Fake
soldiers,
nigga
might
take
yall
stripes
and
yall
guns.
Dig:
Them
bitch
niggas
hollar
soldier
this
and
soldier
that
But
no
limit
put
that
soldier
shit
on
the
map
You
niggas
hollar
soldier
this
and
soldier
that
But
no
limit
put
that
soldier
shit
on
the
map
Them
bitch
niggas
hollar
soldier
this
and
soldier
that
But
no
limit
put
that
soldier
shit
on
the
map
Them
bitch
niggas
hollar
soldier
this
and
soldier
that
But
no
limit
put
that
soldier
shit
on
the
map
Verse
1
I
hit
the
street
with
my
soldier
fatigues,
stand
with
my
heat
I
play
this
game
for
keeps
and
watch
you
bitch
niggas
bleed,
ya
heard
me
Im
that
d-i-g
nigga
from
the
third
ya
dig
Fuck
around
with
me
and
you
get
that
ass
served
ya
dig
Smoked
like
herb
ya
dig,
ya
heard
me
bitch
Im
a
give
it
to
you
raw
and
letcha
burn
ya
dig
Ya
learn
ya
dig,
this
is
what
you
earn
ya
dig
Now
you
know
the
word
ya
dig,
no
limit
soldiers
bitch
Chours:
Master
p/(magic)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(what)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(ya
heard
me)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(what)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(ya
heard
me)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(what)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(ya
heard
me)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(what)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
Verse
2 (magic)
Bitch
Im
a
motherfucking
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
Come,
get
a
little
closer,
see
the
tank
in
my
eyes
Man
you
bitch
niggas
dont
worry
me
You
screaming
soldier
but
you
fake
niggas
are
wannabes
Yall
dont
wanna
fuck
with
me
For
real,
nigga
take
this
soldier
shit
serious
I
hope
you
niggas
are
hearing
us,
yall
niggas
are
fearing
us
Who
started
this,
nigga
we
started
this
shit
Work
hard
for
the
colonel,
work
hard
for
this
bitch
You
from
the
hood
and
yous
a
soldier
But
if
you
aint
that
false
claiming
shit
is
over
You
phony,
I
heard
you
snitching
to
them
po-pos
Boy
you
aint
no
soldier,
give
it
up
to
all
them
broke
hoes
Boy
you
aint
no
soldier,
you
actin
jiggy
with
your
yay
nigga
Boy
you
aint
no
soldier,
but
you
gonna
get
your
day
nigga
Boy
you
aint
no
soldier,
Im
from
the
ninth
ward
where
we
real
to
this
shit
We
only
taking
what
belong
to
us
bitch
Cause
we
motherfucking
soldiers
Chorus:
Master
p/(magic)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(what)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(ya
heard
me)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(what)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(ya
heard
me)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(what)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(ya
heard
me)
Im
a
soldier
till
the
day
that
I
die
(what)
We
soldiers
till
the
day
that
we
die
(ya
heard
me)
Verse
3 (master
p)
Ha
ha,
whats
up
to
all
them
motherfucking
soldiers
out
there?
Whats
up
cash
money
nigga.
We
feeling
yall
niggas.
Niggas
think
we
beefing
nigga
but
its
realer
then
this.
Theres
too
much
money
for
everyone
to
get.
Whats
up
dmx
nigga,
ha
ha.
Jay-z,
so
so
def,
motherfucking
suave
house.
Them
all
niggas
soldiers.
Motherfucking
rap-a-lot,
yall
niggas
soldiers.
Whats
up
mack-10
nigga,
cube,
e-feezy,
ha
ha.
Bone,
yall
niggas
soldiers.
To
the
north,
to
the
south,
to
the
east.
And
all
yall
real
niggas
and
real
bitches
in
the
west,
represent.
This
song
here
is
only
dedicated
to
the
real
motherfuckers.
Treal
motherfuckers.
Fake
soldiers,
nigga
might
take
yall
stripes
and
yall
guns.

Album
Da Crime Family
1 Hoody Hooo
2 Dangerous in My City
3 Miller Boyz
4 Don't Judge Me
5 Hard N's
6 Stay Real
7 Suppose to Be My Friend
8 The Ghetto Is a Struggle
9 Livin' Like a Hustler
10 No Limit Army
11 You'll Never Change
12 Hail Mary
13 I Don't Want You No More
14 Soldier Till I Die
15 Buss That
16 Don't Fuck With Tru
17 Never
18 Rip Kevin
19 Bounce to This
20 It's a Beautiful Thing
21 Tru Homies (radio version)
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