Soldiers Paradise

Mob Figaz

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    A soldiers paradise
    You can't fuck with that

    [The Jacka:]
    Smoking robalaids for hop
    Now I'm hooked, I can't stop
    Twist a chop, hop in a 500 drop
    With the big homie Bo loc drive slow
    I got the four benz I'll be the twins on me
    Peeling 80 off the Alize
    Time to put in work
    Knocking now watching where I'm aiming out the candy gray Mercedes
    Dam near going crazy in these savage last days
    Busting the suckas on sight' a soldiers paradise, a soldiers paradise

    [Hustlah:]
    Now it's the Hustlah nigga I like to light ya'll
    But still I dwell a soldier's paradise
    Hustlah kill cops
    We ain't care about they whereabouts
    We operate dee
    Poppin' and keepin' the 5 on dubs
    Smash into the club
    Vests on our chests cause there ain't no love from the other side
    They hate on ya'll niggas cause they get the scrilla
    Make it multiply
    Fuck them broke niggas
    Mob Figaz increasin them homicides
    Packing them choppers like [? ] baby mama's cry
    A soldier's paradise

    [Bathgate:]
    A muthafuckin' soldier
    25 trying to have mail
    Swimming through the hood
    Like a big whale, big daddy
    Like a mobster eating lobster at the penthouse
    Trying to have a million or two, no doubt
    Bathgate got the clout nigga forever in or out
    We blow yo brains out
    CD's, slang from the bay to the south
    Ate off waited like a gangster at his house

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    [The Jacka:]
    A soldier's paradise sip in this game and pay the price
    It's my life or your life and nigga I'm the shit
    So I take yours quick
    Won't even think to load the clip
    And that's the way it is the way we live our life
    A soldier's paradise
    Selling yay to survive
    Fresh and kayta by my side
    Mob figas steady mobbin'
    When it's time to ride
    When it's time to ride

    [Fed-X:]
    Heard it was major league, duck tape keys and mob thugs
    Crooked detectives, made men, and a paid judge
    Them Mob Figaz
    Major pain is steady mobbin'
    Going chaotic
    Exotic hoes and exotic pros
    You stacking seven figures, gold bars
    And stop rhymes
    We on our own bank
    Swiss accounts worth real estate
    The life of luxury and bitches feeling me, bitches feeling me

    [Ridah:]
    It's only one ways in nigga, no ways out
    I'm sworn in
    It won't leave till I'm popped up and carried out
    Smoked the snitches
    Trust none of the bitches
    Dig all the ditches for those that didn't listen
    Ugh stay G off hennessey and weed
    Bathgate hit the D.A.
    So we ain't sweated by the P.D.'s
    Mob Figaz not your ordinary niggas
    Squeeze the automatic triggas
    Made millionaire figaz

    [AP.9:]
    A soldier's paradise that' always bearing a life long gone
    And I was lookin' at my niggas telling me to hold on
    I'm almost gone
    I cried a few
    Won't raise my tone
    I'll blaze the chrome
    Bust back at a nigga with the gauge it's on
    His face is gone
    We got ahead the chase is on
    In a paradox this ain't paradise
    I swear this life's been fucked up from the start
    Half heart, half money nigga I paid my part
    Now where's paradise

    [Chorus: Crooked Eve - till fade]
    Soldier, soldier living in a soldier's paradise
    Better watch your back
    They out to get your scratch
    In this game it's do or die

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