I'm a soldier I'm a soldier Da da da da da dada I'm a soldier I'm a soldier Yo
Verse #1 Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns Never was a gangster, until I graduated into one And got the rep of a villian, for weapon consealin' Took the image of a thug kept shit appealing Will it stick out my neck with respect if it meant life or death Never lived to regret what I said When your me, people just wanna see if its true If it's you, what your saying in your raps what you do So they feel, it's part of ya obligation of forefill If they see you on the streets face to face are you for real? The compitation ain't no compisation if you feel Your in violation, any hesitation? it'll get you killed If you feel it, kill it, you can 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 bet's be off I'm a lit fuse, anything I do just gets news Pistol whipping mother fucker bouncer 6'2 Who needs bullets? As soon as I pull it You sweat bullets and excellent that method to get rid of the next bully It's actually better, cause instead of you murdering You can heard of me come back, and again I kick dirt in them Mr. pooring salt in your wounds, assault and get sued, You can smuggle lawsuits as soon as I walks in the room Everybody's hearts just stops, they call the cops All you see is bitches coming out their halter tops Running and ducking up at Hot Rock's parking lot You'll all get shot, whether its your fault or not
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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 can never do it like I can do it Don't even try, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it Don't ever run your life trying to knock the truse I spit the illest shit ever, could drive me to it So tic and toc, 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 jearsey '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 diversity
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