Letras:
The Jam Little Boy Soldiers

and so is Washington Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers Come up on the hills with the little boy soldiers Come out on the hills by little boy soldiers

too much, To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger, But I've got no choice so here I comewar games. I'm up on the hills, playing little boy soldiers, Reconnaissance

chopper happy and my wrist loose Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b*tch too [Verse 7: Lil Wayne] Five oh four gangsta, new orleans soldier, banging under

Jam, they gonna flop him And Reggaeton ain't hot in the building, its okay I get it poppin' Back to the forest trees for deep, these little knees Who

Murda Inc do your thing motherfuckers You unleased on a team who expects nothing less then RnB coming from that regime Regime is a little extreme neck to neck with soldiers

like an animal, tryin to survive Striving for a better tomorrow, the world's full of terror and sorrow Tears drop from a little baby boy or girl While

it's fucked up, and I don't see either one of us budging [Verse] I'm withholding my anger Though I'd like to be the strangler Of this punk ass little

so Murda Inc do your thing motherfuckers you unleased on a team who expects nothing less then RnB coming from that regime regime is a little extreme neck to neck with soldiers

it boom in the room Shit's just there like and now your boy here We hot like June, gon' drop real soon Let 'em know that Queens in the house We jam