[Dr. Dre] This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P. .. [Mary J. Blige sings in the background] .. A message to God .. [Mary J. Blige sings in the background
somethin that i never could and no other beat gotta be steamin and we can work wonders over logic and reason he on the hype now they call it a buzz and
not kill, and isn't it bloody enough? Fuck it, we are the soldiers in the rucket rough [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] Call up my uncle let me cop that fuckin Mary
up my uncle let me cop some fuckin Mary Jane We been out here grindin steadily climbin each and every day Fucker don't test us come and arrest us, show
hoe and see if you can hold her I put bitches and pets on a fantastic voyage on a ship like Noah I told ya, I'm a soldier, wake that ass up like Folger
Soldiers...I'm sending this one out to all the men and women overseas...Soldiers...in hopes that you come home to your families...Soldiers Give your
many lovely boys hanging around Mary didn't listen, she went anyway There she met a boy who took her away Soldier, soldier, don't look down (Soldier, soldier
Hallelujah Pretty Mary K I found faith in the infirmary There's a soldier lyin' in bed With a wound to the head Calling out to pretty Mary K Here's
don't even like yet Yeah, I'm a rude boy, I ain't you, boy I got the money and the girl and the cool toys I"m confident and two boys, ladies call it
wise and were saved, five were foolish and were shut out And when I look at the Six, I'm reminded that in six days God made this great heaven and earth
Chick like me, be chasin after cops And they don't stop at my block after the Diallo shootin Soldiers in waitin, marksmen recruitin Salutin, thug confederates, rhyme and reason Time and
motorbike And they said it wouldn't run, but I thought that it might. I was nearly asleep when it spluttered into life And I clenched my fist and smiled
And they guess it has something to do With her grandmother?s grandfather?s grandmother Civil war soldiers who badly infected her My friend has maladies, rickets, and
to all this season's losers of the year every time i got to thinking where'd they disappear then i woke up mom and dad are rolling on the couch rolling numbers rock and
party And left us a legacy of false superiority W.E.B. Du Bois versus Marcus Garvey And we ended up selling out to everybody The Dutch soldiers and the
walk My style don hard juan, passenger 57 In jackson 10, a soldier and a gentleman Calm and hyper, deadly spokesperson Smooth like a tiger, inquiring minds Design arts and
it she had them all down on their knees I believe in Jesus you know I know him Oh so well and I'm going to heaven by and by 'cause I already been through
't find a home It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are comin' And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running For