| I’m a soldier
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| I’m a soldier
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| Da da da da da
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| I’m a soldier
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| I’m a soldier
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| Yo
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| Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns
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| Never was a gangster, 'til I graduated to one
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| And got the rap of a villian, for weapon consealin'
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| Took the image of a thug kept sh*t appealing
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| willin to stick out my neck for respect if it meant life or death
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| Never lived to regret what I said
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| When your me, people just wanna see if its true
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| If it’s you, what you say in your raps is what you do
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| So they feel, it’s part of ya obligation to forefill
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| When they see you on the streets face to face are you for real?
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| The confrontation ain’t no conversation if you feel
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| Your in violation, any hesitation’ll get you killed
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| If you feel it, kill it, if you can conceal it, reveal it
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| Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets
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| Pull it, squeeze it, 'til its empty, tempt me, push me, pus*ies
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| I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze
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| I’m a soldier
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| These shoulders hold up so much
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| They wont budge, I’ll never fall or fold up
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| I’m a soldier
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| Even if my collar bones crush or crumble
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| I will never slip or stumble
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| I’m a soldier
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| These shoulders hold up so much
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| They wont budge, I’ll never fall or fold up
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| I’m a soldier
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| Even if my collar bones crush or crumble
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| I will never stumble
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| I love pissing you off, it get’s me off
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| Like my lawyers, when the f*cking judge lets me off
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| All you motherf*ckers gotta do is set me off
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| I’m violating. |
| All the motherf*cking bet’s be off
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| I’m a lit fuse, anything I do bitch is news
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| Pistol whipping mother f*cker bouncer 6'2″
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| Who needs bullets? |
| As soon as I pull it
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| You sweat bullets an excellent method to get rid of the next bully
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| It’s actually better, cause instead of you murdering
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| You can hurt 'em then come back again and kick dirt in them
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| It’s like pouring salt in your wounds, assault and get sued
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| You can smell the lawsuits as soon as I waltz in the room
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| Everybody’s hearts just stop, they call the cops
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| All you see is bitches coming out their halter tops
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| Running and ducking at the Hot Rock’s parking lot
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| You’ll all get shot, whether its your fault or not
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| I’m a soldier
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| These shoulders hold up so much
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| They wont budge, I’ll never fall or fold up
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| I’m a soldier
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| I spit it slow so these kids know that I’m talking to em
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| Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em
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| I’m like a thug, with a little bit of 'Pac influence
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| I spew it, and look how I got you b*tches rocking to it
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| You mother f*ckers could never do it like I can do it
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| Don’t even try, you’ll look stupid, do not pursue it
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| Don’t ever in your life trying to knock the truest
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| I spill the illicit shit ever, could drive me to it
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| So ticcy toc, listen as the sound ticks on the clock
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| Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on the cock
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| Listen to the sound of me spilling my heart through this pen
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| Mother fuckers know that I’ll never be Marshall again
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| Full of controversy, until I retire my jersey
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| 'Til the fire inside dies and expires at 30
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| And Lord have mercy on anymore of these rappers that verse me
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| And put a curse on authorities, in the face of diversity
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| I’m a soldier
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| These shoulders hold up so much
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| They wont budge, I’ll never fall or fold up
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| I’m a soldier
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| yo left, yo left, yo left right left
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| yo left, yo left, yo left right left
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| yo left, yo left, yo left right left
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| yo left, yo left, yo left right left |