Lyrics:

Soldiers
(Gangstas), gangstas, (Gangsta, gangsta)
'Sup my nigga?
Yeah I'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' bitch, mane (Gangsta)
It's in her neighborhood
Nah, you ain't gotta roll wit' me, it's all good
I trust her, dog (Gangsta)
Aw, nigga shut up nigga, I hear you, don't trip

Well, the party didn't start until I walked in
And I probably won't leave until I finish this Henn'
But in between time or in the meantime
I slid my bitch in the back door and she crept in wit' the .9
We came here together so we can have fun
Me and you baby goin' one on one
It's yo' hood so I figure it's good
But if them niggas start trippin', I ain't trippin' - shit, I ain't Hollywood
We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars
Wit' buckshots comin' from the homies in the cars
Aww yeah, how y'all wanna play this?
Nah, hold on let me see - how should I say this
The bitch that I was wit tried to set me up
Whatever fuckin' reason would they wanna wet me up
And get me up out the bitch wit' the heat
And a party wit' a gang of off-brands and a freak (Where you from?)
I gotta dust 'em if I rush 'em
And these niggas don't look like they wanna tussle (Fuck 'em)
I'ma creep to the hoo ride - all by my lonely
Nigga didn't bring damn homie
I wish I woulda, but I didn't
I'm fuckin' wit dis hood rat (Bullshit, why ya bullshittin'?)
That's what's wrong wit' niggas (Damn)
Steady thinkin' wit' ya dick, and puttin' faith in a bitch
Dogg is chillin, makin a killin'
What more can I say? 'Top Billin''
That's what I get, I got it good
Crackin' bitches in yo' hood, biatch!
Would you stop schemin', and lookin' hard
I got a great big bodyguard
So step up if you wanna get hurt
Nigga mad 'cause I touched under his bitch skirt (Hahaha, nigga)
I get the money, the money I got
Hoes call me Doggy when they feel real hot
That's how it is, ask yo' kids
I stole ya ho while you was in prison
Jail, for spousal assault
You was jealous - it's all your fault
Dogg is chillin', makin a killin' (Uh-huh)
What more can I say? 'Top Billin''
Shootin' dice came up short now I'm doin' bad
Lost the Coupe and the keys to the Cad'
So bad, that I'm livin' wit' my momma now
And my bitch done dipped 'cause I done run outta chips
I lost my baller doe and my baller ho
Man to some sucka ass nigga man I'm fallin' slow
Can't ain't even call a ho; I'm feelin smaller, Loc
Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks (Give it up, nigga)
Shit's real; we peel for the meal
Take it, cause once we get it, y'all come kick it
And bring them same skanless bitches (Why?)
I got some homegirls layin' low in the kitchen
On a mission to keep on dishin' all fools
Doggy Dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule
They gon' get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter
Even bitches feel the heater motherfucker

That's one thing about the, dogg
I learnt the hard way, man
Nigga went out backwards. puttin' my trust in this bitch
It's 1999 my nigga, I trust no bitch
And I trust no bitch ass nigga
Y'all know what time it is
Eastside up, Eastsidaz and we out