I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
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I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier

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Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns
Never was a gangsta, til I graduated to one
And got the rep of a villian, for weapon concealin'
Took the image of a thug kept shit appealing
Willin to stick out my neck for respect if it meant life or death
Never live to regret what I said
When your me, people just wanna see if its true
If it's you, what you say in your raps what you do
So they feel, it's part of your obligation of fulfill
When they see you on the streets face to face are you for real?
In confrontation ain't no conversation if you feel
Your in violation any hesitation'll get you killed
If you feel it, kill it, if you conceal it, reveal it
Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets
Pull it, squeeze it, 'til its empty, tempt me, push me, pussies
I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze

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I'm a soldier
These shoulders hold up so much
They wont budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier
Even if my collar bones crush or crumble
I will never slip or stumble
I'm a soldier
These shoulders hold up so much
They wont budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier
Even if my collar bones crush or crumble
I will never stumble

Verse #2
I love pissing you off, it get's me off
Like my lawyers, when the fucking judge lets me off
All you motherfuckers gotta do is set me off
I'll violate, and all the motherfucking bets be off
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bitch it's news
Pistol whipping mothafuckin bouncers 6'2"
Who needs bullets? As soon as I pull it
You sweat bullets, an excellent method to get rid of the next bully
It's actually better, cause instead of you murderin
You can hurt em and come back, again and kick dirt at em
It's like pouring salt in the wounds, assault and get sued,
You can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room
Everybody halts and stops, calls the cops
All you see is bitches coming out their halter tops
Running and ducking out the Hot Rock's parking lot
You'll all get shot, whether its your fault or not

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Verse #3
I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talking to em
Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em
I'm like a thug, with a little bit of 'Pac influence
I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rocking to it
You mother fuckers could never do it like I can do it
Don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it
Don't ever in your life try to knock the truest
I spit the illest shit ever been dropped to two inch
So ticky-tock, listen as the sound ticks on the clock
Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on the cock
Listen to the sound of me spilling my heart through this pen
Mother fuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again
Full of controversy, until I retire my jersey
'Til the fire inside dies and expires at 30
And Lord have mercy on anymore of these rappers that verse me
And put a curse on authorities, in the face of adversity

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