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I'm a soldierI'm a soldierDa da da da da dadaI'm a soldierI'm a soldierYo[Verse #1]Never was a thug, just infatuated with gunsNever was a gangster, until I graduated into oneAnd got the rep of a villian, for weapon consealin'Took the image of a thug kept shit appealingWill it stick out my neck with respect if it meant life or deathNever lived to regret what I saidWhen your me, people just wanna see if its trueIf it's you, what your saying in your raps what you doSo they feel, it's part of ya obligation of forefillIf they see you on the streets face to face are you for real?The compitation ain't no compisation if you feelYour in violation, any hesitation? it'll get you killedIf you feel it, kill it, you can conceal it, reveal itBeing reasonable will leave you full of bulletsPull it, squeeze it, 'til its empty, tempt me, push me, pussiesI need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze[Chorus]I'm a soldierThese shoulders hold up so muchThey wont budge, I'll never fall or fold upI'm a soldierEven if my collar bones crush or crumbleI will never slip or stumbleI'm a soldierThese shoulders hold up so muchThey wont budge, I'll never fall or fold upI'm a soldierEven if my collar bones crush or crumbleI will never stumble[Verse #2]I love pissing you off, it get's me offLike my lawyers, when the fucking judge lets me offAll you motherfuckers gotta do is set me offI'll violate, and all the motherfucking bet's be offI'm a ilt fuse, anything I do just gets newsPistol whipping mother fucker bouncer 6'2"Who needs bullets? As soon as I pull itYou sweat bullets and excellent that method to get rid of the next bullyIt's actually better, cause instead of you murderingYou can heard of me come back, and again I kick dirt in themMr. pooring salt in your wounds, assault and get sued,You can smuggle lawsuits as soon as I walks in the roomEverybody's hearts just stops, they call the copsAll you see is bitches coming out their halter topsRunning and ducking up at Hot Rock's parking lotYou'll all get shot, whether its your fault or not[Chorus][Verse #3]I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talking to emGive it back to these damn critics and sock it to emI'm like a thug, with a little bit of 'Pac influenceI spew it, and look how I got you bitches rocking to itYou mother fuckers can never do it like I can do itDon't even try, you'll look stupid, do not pursue itDon't ever run your life trying to knock the truseI spit the illest shit ever, could drive me to itSo tic and toc, listen as the sound ticks on the clockListen to the sound of Kim as she licks on the cockListen to the sound of me spilling my heart through this penMother fuckers know that I'll never be Marshall againFull of controversy, until I retire my jearsey'Til the fire inside dies and expires at 30And Lord have mercy on anymore of these rappers that verse meAnd put a curse on authorities, in the face of diversity[Chorus]Go left, go left, go left right leftGo left, go left, go left right leftGo left, go left, go left right leftGo left, go left, go left right left




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