This for all the soldierettes
that made it through the war
Was able to maintain the struggle
this for all them thug girls out there
She a gangster type, love to fight
this shit do it all night
Feel her fall, she a killer dog
Do a bid in a minute just to
I mean she use cold names
Like Nicki, Mimi, Shelly, you know her man
She be iced out, creep when the lights out
but when you see her, she be classy
I'm lovin' that, I mean I'm huggin' that
Put ten carats on her finger,
got other bitches muggin' that
Rolled six hundred, tats on stomach
Ain't no stuntin', but love get money
Down for whatever, stuck to the end
From the cradle to the grave,
from the streets to the pen
She hurt me more than a woman
I call her baby boo, I'm one, she two
Rich or poor, we gon' stick like glue
I mean my nigga be my lady
like Rose and Miss Bentley
I mean I love her too much
to draw the heat with her
Keep it real love, love, scrilla, thug,
figure, hustler, real go get her
Made misses, iced out wrists,
went to the fans the first to visit