Soldier

I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
Da da da da da dada
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
Yo 

Verse #1
Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns
Never was a gangster, until I graduated into one
And got the rep of a villian, for weapon consealin'
Took the image of a thug kept [bad word] appealing
Will it stick out my neck with respect if it meant life or death
Never lived to regret what I said
When your me, people just wanna see if its true
If it's you, what your saying in your raps what you do
So they feel, it's part of ya obligation of forefill
If they see you on the streets face to face are you for real?
The compitation ain't no compisation if you feel
Your in violation, any hesitation? it'll get you killed
If you feel it, kill it, you can 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 

Chorus
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 [bad word] you off, it get's me off
Like my lawyers, when the [bad word] judge lets me off
All you [bad word] gotta do is set me off
I'll violate, and all the [bad word] bet's be off
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do just gets news
Pistol whipping mother [bad word] bouncer 6'2
Who needs bullets? As soon as I pull it
You sweat bullets and excellent that method to get rid of the next bully
It's actually better, cause instead of you murdering
You can heard of me come back, and again I kick dirt in them
Mr. pooring salt in your wounds, assault and get sued,
You can smuggle lawsuits as soon as I walks in the room
Everybody's hearts just stops, they call the cops
All you see is [bad word] coming out their halter tops
Running and ducking up at Hot Rock's parking lot
You'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 em
Give it back to these [bad word] 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 [bad word] rocking to it
You mother [bad word] can never do it like I can do it
Don't even try, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it
Don't ever run your life trying to knock the truse
I spit the illest [bad word] ever, could drive me to it
So tic and toc, listen as the sound ticks on the clock
Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on the [bad word] Listen to the sound of me spilling my heart through this pen
Mother [bad word] know that I'll never be Marshall again
Full of controversy, until I retire my jearsey
'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 diversity 

Chorus

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