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I'm
a soldier
I'm a soldier
Da da da da da da da da
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
Yo
Never was a thug, just infatuated
with guns
Never was a gangsta, til I graduated
to one
And got the rep of a villian, for
weapon concealin'
Took the image of a thug kept shit
appealing
Willin to stick out my neck for
respect if it meant life or death
Never live to regret what I said
When your me, people just wanna
see if its true
If it's you, what you say in your
raps what you do
So they feel, it's part of your
obligation of fulfill
When they see you on the streets
face to face are you for real?
In confrontation ain't no conversation
if you feel
Your in violation any hesitation'll
get you killed
If you feel it, kill it, if you
conceal it, reveal it
Being reasonable will leave you
full of bullets
Pull it, squeeze it, 'til its empty,
tempt me, push me, pussies
I need a good reason to give this
trigger a good squeeze
Chorus
I'm a soldier
These shoulders hold up so much
They wont budge, I'll never fall
or fold up
I'm a soldier
Even if my collar bones crush or
crumble
I will never slip or stumble
I'm a soldier
These shoulders hold up so much
They wont budge, I'll never fall
or fold up
I'm a soldier
Even if my collar bones crush or
crumble
I will never stumble
Verse #2
I love pissing you off, it get's
me off
Like my lawyers, when the fucking
judge lets me off
All you motherfuckers gotta do
is set me off
I'll violate, and all the motherfucking
bets be off
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bitch
it's news
Pistol whipping mothafuckin bouncers
6'2"
Who needs bullets? As soon as I
pull it
You sweat bullets, an excellent
method to get rid of the next bully
It's actually better, cause instead
of you murderin
You can hurt em and come back,
again and kick dirt at em
It's like pouring salt in the wounds,
assault and get sued,
You can smell the lawsuits soon
as I waltz in the room
Everybody halts and stops, calls
the cops
All you see is bitches coming out
their halter tops
Running and ducking out the Hot
Rock's parking lot
You'll all get shot, whether its
your fault or not
Chorus
Verse #3
I spit it slow so these kids know
that I'm talking to em
Give it back to these damn critics
and sock it to em
I'm like a thug, with a little
bit of 'Pac influence
I spew it, and look how I got you
bitches rocking to it
You mother fuckers could never
do it like I can do it
Don't even try it, you'll look
stupid, do not pursue it
Don't ever in your life try to
knock the truest
I spit the illest shit ever been
dropped to two inch
So ticky-tock, listen as the sound
ticks on the clock
Listen to the sound of Kim as she
licks on the cock
Listen to the sound of me spilling
my heart through this pen
Mother fuckers know that I'll never
be Marshall again
Full of controversy, until I retire
my jersey
'Til the fire inside dies and expires
at 30
And Lord have mercy on anymore
of these rappers that verse me
And put a curse on authorities,
in the face of adversity
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