Verse 1 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, as 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...
Chorus 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
Verse 2 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 bring it´s news, pistol whippin´ motherfuckin´ bouncers, six-two, who needs bullets?/ Soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets, an excellent method to get rid of the next bully/It´s actually better cause instead you murderin´, you can hurt em´ and come back again and kick dirt at em/it´s like pourin´ 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 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, cus...
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Verse 3 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 spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin´ to it/you motherfuckas could never do it like I 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 ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks 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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Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left X4
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