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I'm a Soldier
Z-Ro
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If somebody got a problem with me, come and address it
If the shoe fits it then walk in it, I'm talkin' to Texas
See I'm from a section where we kid each other for practice
So I keep grenades and a chopper right under my mattress
Please don't let the gold and the diamonds fool you
I promise it's nothin' for your family to lose you
It's just when you speak to me watch ya tone, call the chief on the phone
Bring the beef to your home, make you sleep under some stones
Z-Ro the Crooked, but you faggots already know my name man
Know you'd love to catch me slippin' in the turnin' lane man
Fuck a rap, tuck my strap right in back of my britches
I'm just rappin' to pay my lawyer for creatin' a witness
I done smoked somebody befo' and smoking's a bad habit
They say it always take you to your casket, but fuck death
'Cause I ain't scared, bitch I'm ready to fly
But until I go I'ma murk niggaz and get my 'fetti right now
I'm a soldier, these stankers keep me reachin' for my holster
Sometime I feel my death is creepin' closer
But I'ma keep on thuggin' like I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta
I'm a soldier, these stankers keep me reachin' for my holster
Sometime I feel my death is creepin' closer
But I'ma keep on thuggin' like I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta
Look at the conditions I was livin' in, I didn't have a clear vision then
I needed ends 'cause there was no residence for me to sleep in
Nigga the streets raised me, man they played me sometime
But a real nigga regroup, relax and take this back on his grind
I was gifted with a sick grip game, and it stick to the spoon
Plus I'm gifted at spittin', make my vocals click to a tune
Bitch I'm schizophrenic, I probably won't stick to this mood
Hope I don't lose it 'fore I have to bring this brick to this dude
I heard some niggaz got somethin to say 'bout me back in the hood
Can't be Mo City, 'cause every day I'll be back in the hood
And we can scrap or we can take it to the straps in the hood
You get your stuff or be murdered and won't be back in the hood
Same way I stack the republic I'm just like that in the hood
Bring to you a hat in public or a hat in the hood
Niggaz say Rap-A-Lot ain't payin' me like I ain't got nothin'
If six figures is bein' bent over, I'm lovin' the fuckin'
I'm a soldier, these stankers keep me reachin' for my holster
Sometime I feel my death is creepin' closer
But I'ma keep on thuggin' like I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta
I'm a soldier, these stankers keep me reachin' for my holster
Sometime I feel my death is creepin' closer
But I'ma keep on thuggin' like I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta
All you niggaz that talk down, just might get walked down
Become another statistic and down these war grounds
Nigga pull up your hands, just look at each other
But guaranteed to beat up a bitch he gon' wanna make me suffer
So I shoot first, look at his head burst, bleedin'
And exit to dig a ditch that's even, give me the reason
Promise I've been lookin' to get some stress off
I let the motherfuckin' Mac-11 hack everything under the neck off
Used to be a problem child, now I'm a problem grown up
I done some evil shit and one day I'ma have to own up
But when I say somethin' homey, I mean what I say
I'ma murder you straight up or I can lean when I spray
Z-Ro the "fuck everybody" nigga from Screwed Up Click
Now I ain't gon' let you bend over to tie your shoes up, bitch
I'ma launch a Bernard Hopkins type of blow in your jaw
That's the way I police my perimeter, Ro is the law
I'm a soldier, these stankers keep me reachin' for my holster
Sometime I feel my death is creepin' closer
But I'ma keep on thuggin' like I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta
I'm a soldier, these stankers keep me reachin' for my holster
Sometime I feel my death is creepin' closer
But I'ma keep on thuggin' like I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta
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