I'm a soldier X4
Yo... Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns. Never was a gangsta, till I graduated to one, and got the rep. of a villain, for weapon concealin'. Took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin'. Willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death, never live to regret what I said. When you're me, people just want to see if its true, if its you, what you say in your rap's, what you do. So they feel, it´s part of your obligation to fulfill, when they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real. In confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel you're 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. Till its empty, tempt me, push me, pussies. I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze...
I'm a soldier. These shoulders hold up so much, they won't 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 won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up. I'm a soldier. Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never stumble
I love pissin' you off, it gets me off, like my lawyers, when the fuckin' judge lets me off. All you motherfuckas gotta do is set me off, I'll violate and all the motherfuckin' bets be off. I'm a lit fuse, anything I do, bitch, is news, pistol whippin' motherfuckin' bouncers, six-two, who needs bullets? Soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets, it´s 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 pourin' salt in wound, assault and get sued, you can smell the lawsuits soon as I walk in the room. Everybody halts and stops, calls the cops, all you see is bitches comin' out their halter tops.Runnin' and duckin' out to the Hot Rocks parking lot, you'll all get shot whether its your fault or not, cuzz...
I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin' 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 spit it, and look how I got you bitches rockin' to it. You motherfuckas could never do it likeI could 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 tickit-tock, listen to the sound. Six on the clock, listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock. Listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen, motherfuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again. Full of controversy until I retire my jersey, 'till the fire inside dies and expires at thirty. And Lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me, and put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity. I'm a...
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