Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Soldier, artist - Ky-Mani Marley. Album song Radio, in the genre РеггиDate of issue: 24.09.2007
Record label: Voxonic
Song language: English
Ghetto Soldier |
| Ghetto soldier, ghetto soldier |
| Fucking with a rebel soldier, a rebel soldier |
| Fucking with a ghetto soldier, a rebel soldier |
| I was brought up on the block with the hustlers and dope fiends and the killas |
| with no soul |
| See, on my block every chick got a whole lotta thug in 'em |
| Screamin' «fuck the po-po!» |
| Ya my papa was a legend, but lemme tell you a lil' somethin' 'bout me, |
| I was raised up poor |
| And in my hood nobody gave a muthafuck about who ya befriend, defend ya home |
| My childhood, memories were on da corner, sippin' Guinness, burnin' marijauna, |
| plexin' on my name call |
| Carry a chip on my shoulder, 'bout the size of Texas, you want drama playas |
| sayin' no more |
| Ya I’m a product of the street, labeled a menace to society, how the fuck would |
| they know? |
| Don’t be so quick to point the finger when really you dont know shit bout me, |
| soldier release and reload |
| I know I told ya when you fuckin' with me |
| Just know ya fuckin' with a ghetto soldier |
| I know I told ya when you fuckin' with me |
| Just know ya fuckin' with a rebel soldier |
| You can never pretend like I don’t exist |
| I’m in the mist of this thuggin', and I’m huggin the block |
| Shootin' and never miss, who in the hell is this? |
| Witneses never make it, no evidence |
| Snitchin' is not allowed in my residence |
| Born in this ghetto storm, talk it, walk it, do it all in the ghetto form, |
| soldiers born |
| And lose more than a leg or arm, paper chase it doin' a million miles per hour |
| Live for the moment 'cause I’m knowin' this could be my last hour |
| Got the flower to bloom, got the power to boom |
| Get ya high as the moon but with these cowards I’m doomed I’m a goon show |
| mistakes there ain’t no room for ya |
| Ain’t no errors 'cause the sheriff’s got a room for ya |
| They don’t scare us because the terrors increases the crime rate in the seasons |
| see americas most wanted live on your TV’s |
| Ghetto soldiers they don’t know it but we here to keep your poppin' |
| This song keep tighten up 'cause they’ll hide ya Johnny Cockren is gone |
| I know I told ya when you fuckin' with me |
| Just know ya fuckin' with a ghetto soldier |
| I know I told ya when you fuckin' with me |
| Just know ya fuckin' with a rebel soldier |
| Gotta do what’cha gotta do with the circumstances given |
| Liven life as a ghetto soldier |
| It seems the devil’s and demon’s in the police uniforms |
| And they searchin' for ghetto kids to murder |
| I was here to survive |
| When they came to trash the ones who took the note to protect us from every |
| corner we turn |
| This systems hittin' the gutters baby hurry daddy lookin' at his .45 |
| Baby gotta eat, so daddy gotta risk his life |
| This ghetto livin' is the closest thing to suicide |
| And it’s a give or take, who knows maybe tonight we’ll die? |
| I know I told ya when you fuckin' with me |
| Just know ya fuckin' with a ghetto soldier |
| I know I told ya when you fuckin' with me |
| Just know ya fuckin' with a rebel soldier |