| Raise Me a soldier
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| Artist: PASTOR TROY
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| CD: UNIVERSIAL SOLDIER
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| Song Title: Raise me a soldier Track #10
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| Talking before the Song:
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| I Can’t wait to have a son, Lil PT Nigga, Lil Pastor Troy
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| (Its gonna be real)
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| Anybnody can be a daddy, it take a real man to be a father, (this dedicated to
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| all them niggas takin care of they responsibility its on… keep it real)
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| I think back home how i was raised, and how it is now, and i’m Half the man
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| Man i’m played the fuck out
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| And i can’t do nothin bout it
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| My pop pushed me when i pouted
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| Then he grabbed me and shouted
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| Nigga thugz make this earth revolve
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| All the simple shit that these mothafukaz can’t solve. |
| we forgotten
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| Now i ain’t gon' spoil you rotten, you’s a punk if you’s a nigga
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| While punks pull pranks us real niggas pull triggers
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| And i figure that like father, like son. |
| fuk the pack man, lets buy the 50 pack
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| and a gun
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| Dont mean to take away yo fun, whats mo fun than money
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| And even when you move a-tons pay yo tides on sunday
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| Lets understand that the big man is Jesus Christ
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| Give him repect and them devils can’t fuck wit yo life
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| Cause they’ll entice you wit anything, bitches and broads wit bright ideas
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| Nigga… close yo ears or yo money dissapear, took me years fo i’d seen the light
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| And i’ma tell my son his great-father was right, like my father sat me down now
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| sit down my boy
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| And make him understand what it means to be a Troy
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| And let the burdains i experienced make him laugh
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| But at the same time, let my baby clear his path
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| And all the math that them crakaz gonna teach in school, i teach him home
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| Teach him shit he would have neva know
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| I teach him how to clip the dope and how to chop his rocks
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| I do it all for tha ship off tha old block. |
| cause dats my blood
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| I’ma raise me a soldier, a soldier. |
| I’ma raise me a soldier. |
| a soldier,
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| put my faith in Jahovah. |
| Jahovah, teach me how to raise my soldier, my soldier!
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| My son, the one thats gon' take over the throne, and he’ll me atone
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| When them bustaz doin wrong, its bound to happen
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| And i can see him laughing at trials and tribulations
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| Holla’in at the hoes help them wit they situations
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| Manipulation. |
| come on he’ll be like me
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| And when niggas knock his shit, he gon' tell em wit the quick
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| Theres a million ways to get to the top of the mountain
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| But the view is all the same, so fuck it i’ma a slang
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| He gone understand the his name the game bendin all the rules
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| So prove the move you make, cause nigga dats yo fate
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| Gon' take a few mistakes but as long as he learn
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| Even the bird didn’t know, just go get the worm
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| And he gonna earn mo blessings, his blessings teach his son
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| His son gonna teach his boy, and reunions we’ll enjoy
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| The visions of a Troy President of this nation
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| Brings a tear to my eye. |
| What thugz ain’t 'pose to cry?
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| I rely on my intuition, and my position, God gon' bring me to a stong position
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| Now would ya’ll listen, that the cristian and i cry for days, another child
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| To raise him to the worldly ways. |
| dats my blood
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| I’ma raise me a soldier, a soldier. |
| I’ma raise me a soldier. |
| a soldier,
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| put my faith in Jahovah. |
| Jahovah, teach me how to raise my soldier, my soldier! |