Lyrics:Yeah.. ballad of a dead soldierThis is the ballad of a dead soldierThis is the ballad of a dead soldierCome play the ballad of a dead soldier..[2Pac]\nThe plan, to take command of the whole family\nThough underhanded, to be the man it was planned\nAll my road dawgs, official mob niggaz love to act up\nThe first to bomb we rob niggaz\nI can be, lost in my own mind\nTo be the boss only thought\'s grip on chrome nines\nNiggaz get tossed up, war scars, battlefield memories\nSwore I saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennesey\nTalkin to a nigga on a tight leash\nScreamin \"Fuck the police,\" as I ride through the night streets\nLil\' child runnin wild, toward his danger\nWhat\'s the cause don\'t be alarmed death to all strangers\nMaybe I\'m a madman\nA pistol grabbin nigga unleash the Sandman\nPromisin merciless retaliation, nothin is colder\nClose your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier\n\n[Chorus: singing + 2Pac]\nThug for Life I will be..\n(this is the ballad of a dead soldier)\nA life of crime I will lead..\n(close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier)\nIf you play the game, you play to win..\n(this is the ballad of a dead soldier)\nIt\'s a crazy world full of sin..\n(close your eyes)\n\n[2Pac]\nCompletely lost, revenge at all costs\nPayback\'s a bitch, switch now the trick\'s crossed\nTossed up and never to be heard of\nA single witness screamin bloody murder, murder\nBlast tell me homey what you see now?\nA blind man and a dead body, I\'m read\' to leave town\nAnd get my cash though, hook up with Kastro\nHomey had to blast on the task force\nStupid coppers tried to play us out, never that\nThey took my money and my stash, time to get \'em back (heh heh)\nUpon my secret arrival\nTwo glock four-fives, time for survival\nDeath to my rivals, tell me what you want lord?\nNobody left after the death of a drug lord (eh eh)\nThe situation\'s critical\nNothin is colder - than hear the ballad of a dead soldier\n\n[Chorus] \n[last line:] \"close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier\"\n\n[2Pac]\nBe a coward, put yo\' hands to the moon\nWhen my glocks rang out, the niggaz came out BOOM\nWho wanna see me in the challenge?\nSo merciless I\'m terrifyin niggaz in my ballads, do you feel me?\nCapo or Capi-tan, one day I\'ll be the Don\nUntil then, remain strong\nMy only fear of death is reincarnation\nBustin at my adversaries like a mental patient\nTo all my niggaz facin sixty years, sheddin tattooed tears\nAnother suicidal on the peer\nTakin private planes, tryin to survive the game\nFor all my homies that\'ll never be alive again\nAll he promised us is death nigga\nTake a breath come be the last one left nigga, it\'s real now\nVillain to fantasize, ain\'t nothin colder\nListen you can hear it - the ballad of a dead soldier\n\n[Chorus] \n[last line:] \"close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier\"\n\n[2Pac]\nThis go out to Cato, Mental\nAll the niggaz that passed away\nTo Geronimo.. (?).. all the down ass riders\nAll the niggaz that put it down, all the soldiers\nAll the niggaz that go through that day to day struggled\nThis is the ballad of a dead soldier!\nAll the niggaz that passed on\nAll the niggaz with ambition and money in they heart\nAll the niggaz that want some and that don\'t take none\nHahaha.. it\'s the ballad of a dead soldier!\nThe police are so scared of us\nAll the feds they aware of us\nThey wanna see us dead\nThey got pictures of a nigga head, ballad of a dead soldier!\nTryin to see me in chains, shit\nThem niggaz\'ll never breathe again\nBefore they putme in a cell they\'ll see me in hellCause it\'s the ballad of a dead soldier!Got my pistols cockedRun the whole motherfuckin block, fuck the cops!The police? We run these streets niggaAin\'t heard the ballad of a dead soldier!These niggaz can\'t see me, half the world wanna be meMulti-millionaire; shit, it ain\'t fairBut nigga, you know - it\'s the ballad of a dead soldier! hip-hop, rap