: [Tony Yayo] Yea... Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo [50 Cent] Yea...Niggas salute me Uh huh [Tony Yayo] We takin over this shit (50 Cent) Yo [Tony Yayo]
that the beast is waking Stirring in his restless sleep tonight In the pale moonlight In the grip of this cold December You and I have reason to remember Soldiers write the songs that soldiers
: [Intro:] Yeah... Woaah Oh Dis Is For My soldiers... Real Real Soldiers Yeah! [Chorus:] Dis Is For My Fallen Soldiers We Miss You Although You Gone
: Eternal Darkness a ripper approaches he returns from his mission he has only one target death and destruction [CHORUS:] You never see him you never
for the soldiers (whoah, yeaheah)This is for the soldiers (whoah, yeaheah) This is for the soldiers our soldiers, let?s go (whoah, yeaheah) This is for the soldiers
that's kind of you, it's nice to know you care These days there's so much going on No one seems to want to know I may be just an old soldier to some But
down like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers [Verse 1] I'm supposed to be the soldier who never
dream Where they don't scream Without misery So pray For the soldiers of misfortune For the soldiers of distortion Dig a grave So Pray For the soldiers of misfortune For the soldiers
the wooden soldiers march Sabers a-clinking Soldiers a-winking At each little pretty maid Here they come, here they come Here they come, here they come Wooden soldiers
: (Clarke) Please answer my question Why do I have to go to war I don't believe in the government's greed I find the whole thing a bore Well if you
down on the sand flats where nothing will grow, come drumming and footsteps like out of a dream Where the golden green waters come in. Just nine lucky soldiers
: He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy, His voice was low with pain. "I'll do your bidding, comrade mine, If I ride back again. But if you ride back and
Soldiers, father and son, we're soldiers, nowhere to run, we fight or we die, for what are we living for? Boys never cry. Soldiers, mother and child, we're soldiers
we want our country back We want to see old Ireland free once more. Well we're fighting British soldiers for the cause We'll never bow to soldiers
all good soldiers crack like boulders, the sun climbs up to a razor, violins, new boots, and numbers on a chain, all good soldiers all good soldiers fall
: (Lilker, Rosenfeld, Turbin) We are fighting for your lives Oooh, we are the soldiers in the line of fire Down in the trenches we wait for the night
: We are fighting for your lives Oooh, we are the soldiers in the line of fire Down in the trenches we wait for the night The time is approaching We