Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm A Soldier, artist - Silkk The Shocker. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
I'm A Soldier |
| You can tell I’m A Soldier |
| You, you, you, you can tell I’m a soldier (4X) |
| All I wanted to be was a soldier, bitch! |
| And If you ain’t a soldier, then what’s yo’purpose bitch?!! |
| 1st Verse: |
| See, I’m a N-O, nigga L-I |
| M-I- to the T yeah, I’m Silkk the SHOCKER!!! |
| And yeah, that’s me Tank dog all I wanna be, nigga I told ya tat on my back, is that of a no limit soldier |
| About face for a TRU salute, to my tank dogs |
| y’all scared to bust, niggas duck, cuz we ain’t sure |
| So don’t flip me, cuz you’ll end up empty |
| and then I’ll reload |
| and reload, and reload, and reload, and load |
| whole barrel explode!!! |
| Nigga I’m T-R-U, that means I’m TRU 2 Da Game |
| mention me to my enemies, they takin’the pain |
| Now you can do what you wanna |
| but y’all don’t wanna start |
| fuck, these No Limit soldiers |
| cuz y’all don’t wanna go to war!!! |
| No Limit mercenary killas, nigga wit army fatigues |
| tattoos and gats, niggas gone off hennessy and weed |
| Colonel, nigga becoming the ghetto E.F. Hutton |
| holler ungh!!! |
| And every fuckin’soldier start stuntin' |
| Nigga just robbin’and niggas they ridin' |
| dressed and robbin’on the side, |
| niggas just Bout It, Rowdy |
| niggas better show me that them muthafuckas still gettin’rowdy |
| I cut wit G’s nigga |
| march playas, step wit me killas |
| come wit me, real soldiers keep yo’eyes on yo’enemies!!! |
| Chorus: |
| I’m a N-O- nigga L-I |
| M-I-T soldier (2X) |
| 2nd Verse: |
| All my rivals remember me, Fiend |
| the one that call the shottie |
| blastin’the mafi, there them niggas that wanna rob me Givin’you hobbies |
| Gettin’slugs at your own body |
| for my piece, or Sugar Hill, I’m New Orleans like Lolli |
| I’m fearin’no man, as long as I’m stompin’in these Broganes |
| there’s no playin', soon as this army stop, ya’got no hands |
| Damn!!! |
| Ready for war, and keep the weed lighted |
| if they ain’t indicted still, blast it, Fiend the insighted prophet |
| I’m a No Limit soldier, nigga, it’s in my blood |
| I started rappin', so I wouldn’t have to sell drugs |
| We Bout It!!! |
| Muthafuckas representin’them killas |
| TRU tatted on my back cuz I make moves wit thug niggas |
| You don’t wanna go to war, cuz I’ma bring the brigade |
| ask the colonel, we rowdy nigga tryin’to get paid |
| Affiliated with game, totin’thangs that pain |
| on the corners we hang, and we slangin’the pain! |
| 3rd Verse: |
| A helluva, helluva nigga right chea |
| you can take that and fear it! |
| I’m a cold blooded killa comrade |
| and a highly decorated lieutenant |
| I’m up on the front line, you all the way to the rear |
| but ya still gettin’injured |
| NIGGA DON’T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN’T BE DENTED?!! |
| And when we reach a hundred million cartridges |
| we ain’t finished |
| Bitch shoot yoself in the head, if you can’t take it cuz we gonna represent it! |
| If I said it, I meant it! |
| If I told ya', I showed ya'!! |
| I’ll break y’all, outrank y’all, I’LL MAKE YA’BORN TO BE A SOLDIER! |
| Whoa, murder, murder, kill, kill it’s real |
| Shell-Shock turn your neighborhood block into the battle field |
| Nigga, soldier rag still on my eye, no lie |
| I’m camoflauged, I never die, I live longer than them white guys |
| We tattooed, I done gone cashews, ain’t no turnin’back |
| nigga won’t be burnin’Mac, uh, I got the thirty gat |
| And it get trifer, but I’m a lifer |
| a camoflauge sniper, from the rooftop I might ignite ya 4th Verse: |
| Gotti I told ya', I’m a muthafuckin’soldier |
| forty calibers and doja, what keep makin holes |
| Nationwide exposure, for me and my brethren |
| for Fiend to bust’em, leavin’my enemies bleedin' |
| Being a soldier many fourteens, I be needin' |
| a No Limit soldier, till the day of my leave |
| I been a No Limit soldier since 1994 |
| them niggas know one thing, that Skull broked in the door |
| They watched me in Waco, as I bring the flow |
| what you sayin', hanh you nigga? |
| You bitch? |
| Yeah, you hoe!!! |
| You know one thing you can’t be fuckin’round wit these niggas |
| niggas out the tank, straight spittin’on you niggas |
| You nigga!!! |
| You think, you gonna get away |
| slammin’jive bitches like you, dead in the pavement!!! |
| 5th Verse: |
| Nigga make some room!!! |
| Nigga, Back up, back up Forget that thing out the trunk, and act up, act up Got my tank dogs steppin’camoflauge fatigues |
| I represent like a loaded weapon, paper bought wit P When I get that thing, everybody look down and round and round |
| Got the M-1 spittin’fire, bring yo’set to the ground |
| Got the C-4 explosives in the black backpack |
| Big Ed be puttin’down like that!!! |
| We come strapped in we roll thick |
| we represent that TRU click |
| Playa Haters, yeah we know who you are |
| make infrared shine on your head like the North Star |
| Bomb shit, boss bitch, mama set it off |
| let it be known cowards you don’t wanna go to war |
| The hard hitta still be the biggest mama nigga |
| swallow yo’shit like a fuckin’Anaconda nigga |
| So, bring it, bring it on, how you wanna do it, what? |
| Cuz next to other’s knees, I cover fuckin’dust |
| Anten-Hut nah, take it to the battle field |
| shoppers gon run, while we kick our enemies doors |
| I ask the lord, they don’t want no more? |
| Mama, drama, told ya’No Limit done took over |
| I thought I told ya Pass the doja |
| GAME OVER!!! |