Soldier
Royce Da 5'9\" Lyrics


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Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff
I'm feelin like the best, nobody - bring it back
Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff
I'm feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by a code we call shush
Fireman ladder flow, look at it, my bar is up
As you can see I'm a beast on the track
I'm even worse, I'm the hearse with the reef on the back
I'm like the gun at the race, son you only get one shot
My album is the finish line, here's where your run stops
'bout to go fishin with a clip that's extended
Because your momma got a glass eye with a fish in it

I-I think my, niggas is soldiers
I-I think my, bitches is gangstas
I-I think my, niggas is soldiers
I-I think my, I-I think (HUT!)

I get money, I get bitches, I get bored or - bring it back
I get bitches, I get money, no specific order
Filthy hit recorder, wipe or Ricky mixed with Ricky Porter
Butchie Jones mixed with Mr. Combs with the Tookie aura
I'm a muh'fucker, no really I fuck mothers
I chug bottles and pass out on they La-Z-Boy
She try to leave them lil' niglets with me? Shit
I treat 'em all like I'm Snoop Dogg in "Baby Boy"
Leave me alone, I'm Hancock
Liquor sto' close I'm swoopin 'round hittin the second-hand spot
I don't fuck with no ho unless she a dancer
There's no position, drug or liquor she can't try
I'm Cancer, me versus them is a landslide
If your face is fly, and your body is decent
This your inauguration the same time your impeachment
I got a lotta anger, I was hot before your first year
Not your album, but before your momma potty trained ya

I-I think my, niggas is soldiers
I-I think my, bitches is gangstas
I-I think my, niggas is soldiers
I-I think my, I-I think (HUT!)

Where my soldiers attack, it's a wrap, hold up
When my soldiers attack, it's a wrap
One clap'll lay you unconscious, bullets alpha-mega slap
Cock grenade here, think we scared? No way
Set your ass up like the cops did O.J
Fo' spray his body make his chest explode
The barrel on the shotty wide as KRS's nose, partner
Buck-shot ya, rap like a automatic gun
Lungs stoppin means you can't breathe proper
Yeah, they like I'm on some other shit
Whole clique hold heat like a oven mitt
To fuck with this you want me on wax
So I'mma tax you lil' local rappers worse than the government
Bastard, the closest you niggas been
To a shotgun is in the car front seat passenger
How 'bout you take a trip in the trunk?
Ride to the pastor for a casket to hold ya, it's over!

I-I think my, niggas is soldiers
I-I think my, bitches is gangstas




I-I think my, niggas is soldiers
I-I think my, I-I think (HUT!)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Soldier" by Royce Da 5'9" describe the rapper feeling powerful and invincible after hanging out with Puff Daddy. He brags about being a part of a crew that uses violence to enforce their code of silence. The mention of semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou refers to a gang's weapon that has been modified. Royce Da 5'9" boasts about being a top-notch rapper by comparing himself to a hearse carrying a coffin. He takes pride in his work and sees himself as a lethal weapon that can take his rivals' careers away. In one of his most memorable lines, he states: "My album is the finish line, here's where your run stops." He implies that his album is the definitive end of his competition's careers.


The lyrics continue with Royce Da 5'9" emphasizing his wealth and sexual prowess. He compares himself to notorious gang members, Ricky Porter and Tookie Williams, and says his lifestyle is similar to theirs. Royce Da 5'9" also brags about sleeping with mothers and passing out on their La-Z-Boys. He then calls out other rappers and says they are no match for him. In the final verse, Royce Da 5'9" describes the violence and aggression of his military-like crew. He warns his haters to watch out because his soldiers are trained to attack without hesitation. Royce Da 5'9" reinforces his message by saying that he is not afraid to use his shotgun or kill anyone who crosses him.


Line by Line Meaning

Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff
Having recently spent time with Puff Daddy, I feel like I'm on top of the world


We done turned to a bygone don crew
Our group has become a legendary crew of underworld figures


We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
We're well-armed, like a powerful weapon, similar to the way Djimon Hounsou's character was in the movie 'Amistad'


A lifetime criminal, live by a code we call shush
As a person who has always been involved in criminal activity, I follow a strict code of silence


Fireman ladder flow, look at it, my bar is up
I have a highly skilled and impressive way of delivering lyrics, with a high level of intensity and clever wordplay


I'm even worse, I'm the hearse with the reef on the back
I'm not just bad, I'm symbolic of death and mourning, with a funeral wreath on my hearse


I'm like the gun at the race, son you only get one shot
Similar to a gun used in a track and field race, I'm a rare and valuable talent that only comes around once


My album is the finish line, here's where your run stops
My album represents the end of the road for my competition, as they can't match my level of skill


'bout to go fishin with a clip that's extended
I am well-armed with a long clip, ready to take down my enemies


Because your momma got a glass eye with a fish in it
I will take any opportunity to insult and degrade someone, even if it means making a crude joke about someone's mother


I-I think my, niggas is soldiers
I have a lot of respect for my friends and colleagues, who are true soldiers in their commitment to our group and our work


I get bitches, I get money, no specific order
I have a lot of women and wealth, in no particular order or hierarchy


Filthy hit recorder, wipe or Ricky mixed with Ricky Porter
I have a reputation for producing raunchy and unclean music that mixes the styles of Slick Rick and Rick Ross


Butchie Jones mixed with Mr. Combs with the Tookie aura
I have a blend of the street smarts and savvy of Butchie Jones, the business acumen of Sean 'Diddy' Combs, and the powerful presence of Stanley 'Tookie' Williams


I'm a muh'fucker, no really I fuck mothers
I'm capable of anything, including engaging in taboo and offensive behavior, like having sex with someone's mother


I chug bottles and pass out on they La-Z-Boy
I drink heavily and even fall asleep on people's furniture


She try to leave them lil' niglets with me? Shit
If a woman tries to leave her kids with me, I want nothing to do with it


I treat 'em all like I'm Snoop Dogg in 'Baby Boy'
I act like Snoop Dogg's character in the movie 'Baby Boy', who was careless and neglectful with kids


Leave me alone, I'm Hancock
Like the superhero in the movie 'Hancock', I have special abilities and prefer to keep to myself


Liquor sto' close I'm swoopin 'round hittin the second-hand spot
I am skilled at finding deals on used items, and I often visit the liquor store in search of alcohol


I don't fuck with no ho unless she a dancer
I only engage with women who have a certain level of skill or talent, such as dancing


There's no position, drug or liquor she can't try
The women I'm interested in are open to trying anything, including various sexual positions and drugs or alcohol


I'm Cancer, me versus them is a landslide
I am a force to be reckoned with, like the astrological sign Cancer, and I will easily defeat anyone who tries to challenge me


If your face is fly, and your body is decent
If your appearance is attractive, but not exceptional, then I might be interested in you


This your inauguration the same time your impeachment
I'm simultaneously elevating and tearing down my competition, as if they're being inaugurated and impeached at the same time


I got a lotta anger, I was hot before your first year
I have a lot of pent-up anger and resentment, and I was already well-established in this industry before some of my competition even began


Not your album, but before your momma potty trained ya
I've been around long before my competition's first album, and even before they were potty-trained as children


Where my soldiers attack, it's a wrap, hold up
When my friends and colleagues go into combat, it's a sure thing that they will succeed


One clap'll lay you unconscious, bullets alpha-mega slap
One punch from me or one bullet from my crew will knock you out cold, with a powerful impact like an alpha and omega signal


Cock grenade here, think we scared? No way
We have weapons like grenades and are not afraid to use them


Set your ass up like the cops did O.J
We can easily frame someone for a crime, just like the police did to O.J. Simpson


Fo' spray his body make his chest explode
We have a firearm that can tear apart someone's chest and cause it to burst


The barrel on the shotty wide as KRS's nose, partner
The shotgun barrel we're using is particularly wide and resembles the nose of rapper KRS-One


Buck-shot ya, rap like a automatic gun
We have a shotgun loaded with buckshot, which can shred you like automatic gunfire


Lungs stoppin means you can't breathe proper
If we shoot you in the lungs, you won't be able to breathe correctly and will eventually die


Yeah, they like I'm on some other shit
People are often surprised or impressed by my unconventional behavior and mindset


Whole clique hold heat like a oven mitt
My entire group is strapped and armed, like having a thick oven mitt to handle hot objects


To fuck with this you want me on wax
If you're looking for a challenge, you'll need me to rap on a track


So I'mma tax you lil' local rappers worse than the government
I will take more money than the government would, from small-time and unknown rappers who dare to challenge me


Bastard, the closest you niggas been to a shotgun is in the car front seat passenger
I insult and degrade my competition by pointing out that they've never even held a shotgun, and the closest they've come is sitting in the passenger seat of a car


How 'bout you take a trip in the trunk?
I suggest we put someone in the trunk of a car as a form of punishment or retaliation


Ride to the pastor for a casket to hold ya, it's over!
I suggest that someone is going to die, and we'll need to bring them to a pastor to find a casket for their funeral, as it's all over for them




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BRYAN G. FRYZEL, RYAN D. MONTGOMERY

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