Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Im A Soldier, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 14.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Im A Soldier |
| If somebody got a problem with me, come and address it |
| If the shoe fits it then walk in it I’m talkin to Texas |
| See I’m from a section where we kid each other for practice |
| So I keep grenades and a chopper right under my mattress |
| Please don’t let the gold and the diamonds fool you |
| I promise it’s nothin for your family to lose you |
| It’s just when you speak to me watch ya tone, call the chief on the phone |
| Bring the beef to your home, make you sleep under some stones |
| Z-Ro the Crooked, but you faggots already know my name mayne |
| Know you’d love to catch me slippin in the turnin lane mayne |
| Fuck a rap tuck my strap right in back of my britches |
| I’m just rappin to pay my lawyer for creatin a witness |
| I done smoked somebody befo' and smokin’s a bad habit |
| They say it always take you to your casket, but fuck death |
| Cause I ain’t scared, bitch I’m ready to fly |
| But until I go I’ma murk niggas and get my fetti right now |
| I’m a soldier, these stankers keep me reachin for my holster |
| Sometime I feel my death is creepin closer |
| But I’ma keep on thuggin like I’m 'posed ta, 'posed ta |
| Look at the conditions I was livin in, I didn’t have a clear vision then |
| I needed ends cause there was no residence for me to sleep in |
| Nigga the streets raised me, man they played me sometime |
| But a real nigga regroup relax and take this back on his grind |
| I was gifted with a sick grip game, and it stick to the spoon |
| Plus I’m gifted at spittin make my vocals click to a tune |
| Bitch I’m schizophrenic, I probably won’t stick to this mood |
| Hope I don’t lose it 'fore I have to bring this brick to this dude |
| I heard some niggas got somethin to say 'bout me back in the hood |
| Can’t be Mo City, cause everyday I’ll be back in the hood |
| And we can scrap or we can take it to the straps in the hood |
| You get your stuff or be murdered and won’t be back in the hood |
| Same way I stack the republic I’m just like that in the hood |
| Bring to you a hat in public or a hat in the hood |
| Niggas say Rap-A-Lot ain’t payin me like I ain’t got nuttin |
| If six figures is bein bent over, I’m lovin the fuckin |
| All you niggas that talk down, just might get walked down |
| Become another statistic and down these war grounds |
| Nigga pull up your hands, just look at each other |
| But guaranteed to beat up a bitch he gon' wanna make me suffer |
| So I shoot first, look at his head burst, bleedin |
| And exit to dig a ditch that’s even, give me the reason |
| Promise I’ve been lookin to get some stress off |
| I let the muh’fuckin mac-11 hack everything under the neck off |
| Used to be a problem child now I’m a problem grown up |
| I done done some evil shit and one day I’ma have to own up |
| But when I say somethin homey I mean what I say |
| I’ma murder you straight up or I can lean when I spray |
| Z-Ro the «fuck everybody» nigga from Screwed Up Click |
| Now I ain’t gon' let you bend over to tie your shoes up bitch |
| I’ma launch a Bernard Hopkins type of blow in your jaw |
| That’s the way I police my perimeter, Ro is the law |