[Intro]
What up dog
Papa's lil soldier
Dr. Dre, smoke some wich ya boi nigga
It's noth'n
We keep it crackin'
Papa's lil soldier
You like me?
Papa's lil soldier
40 Glocc, Jakal nigga


[Verse 1]
I rap pack back slap cats in they jaws, give a fuck 'bout y'all
Rap, rap, raws, get stepped on with my all stars on
Cars get blown, get trip talked wrong
Floss on 22-inch rims wit chrome
Flip bricks back home with my washrag on
Catch ya body try me, got brownie gloves on
And bitches can't clown me, got ice all on
And a rocks in they jaw freeze a block when its warm
Boy, watch when he come, it's like war on Desert Storm
Blowin' up spots like a mini Vietnam
With heat in his palm when he reach back, bomb
Prefer wet bomb, 40 Glocc, bronze on
Death con, teflon
Bomb Voltron
Shoot shots at cops, get sprayed on
Keep T-shirts, french braids, blue Chucks on

[Chorus]
The streets is filled with war and heat
I pray to you until my day of defeat
Mr. papa little soldier
Woah, why, no
The streets is filled with war and heat
I pray to you until my day of defeat
Mr. papa little soldier
Woah, why, no

[Verse 2]
I hit hard, and rip shit when I spit bars
Flip cars, and get stuck up in the pit fall
I hit y'all, and bounce balls off walls
And git grained on when the raindrops fall
And git crossed out when I scratch with claws
Go to jail, don't tell, nigga take that charge
Make bail, then yell "fuck them laws!"
Keep work, inch raws, make sales, then pause
Think, then ball with riders on call
Wit clips in chrome, spit shit out grown
Cop that weight and flip them zones
Rock that six and whip that chrome
And like sitcoms nigga get ya clown on
Turn the beat up and get ya bounce on
Shake the ground wit ya pounds
On the pound on
And lounge wit ya sounds on, get thous on

[Chorus]
The streets is filled with war and heat
I pray to you until my day of defeat
Mr. papa lil soldier
Woah, why, no
The streets is filled with war and heat
I pray to you until my day of defeat
Mr. papa lil soldier
Woah, why, no

[Verse 3]
I rock shows
Pack rockets when I pop toes
Po goes, the weasel when I pop foes
I pimp hoes, get shit stripped hoes
Tip-toe through ya window with my steel toes
Eat gumbo, pot roast, down South yo
Pop Christal, get wild on the East Coast
And let the crops grow in the backyard, bro
Weed blow, hydro, I stay low like woah
Dre on the beat, it ain't so
Swoop up the street in a blue range rove
Break bread with my kinfolk
And lay low with my pesos, play broke, and still break hoes

[Chorus]
The streets is filled with war and heat
I pray to you until my day of defeat
Mr. papa lil soldier
Woah, why, no
The streets is filled with war and heat
I pray to you until my day of defeat
Mr. papa's lil soldier
Woah, why, no