I'm a soldier, i'm a soldier, i'm a soldier, i'm a soldier...
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Yo', never was a thug, just infatuated with guns,
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never was a gangsta, 'til I graduated to one,
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and got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin',
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took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin',
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willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death,
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never live to regret what I said,
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when you're me, people just want to see,
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if it's true, if it's you, what you say in your rap's, what you do,
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so they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill,
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when they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real,
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in confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel you're in violation,
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any hesitation'll get you killed, if you feel it, kill it,
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if you conceal it, reveal it, being reasonable will leave you full of bullets,
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pull it, squeeze it, till it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies,
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I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze...
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[Chorus:]
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I'm a soldier, these shoulder's hold up so much, they won't budge,
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i'll never fall or fold up,
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i'm a soldier,
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even if my collar bone's crush or crumble,
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I will never slip or stumble,
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i'm a soldier,
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these shoulder's hold up so much, they won't budge,
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i'll never fall or fold up,
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i'm a soldier,
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even if my collar bone's crush or crumble,
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I will never stumble...
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I love pissin' you off, it get's me off,
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like my lawyer's, when the fuckin' judge let's me off,
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all you motherfuckers gotta do is set me off,
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i'll violate and all the motherfuckin' bet's be off,
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i'm a lit fuse, anything I do bitche, it's news,
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pistol whippin' motherfuckin' bouncers, six-two,
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who needs bullets, soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets,
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an excellent method to get rid of the next bully,
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it's actually better cause instead you murderin',
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you can hurt em' and come back again and kick dirt at 'em,
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it's like pourin' salt in the wounds, assault and get sued,
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you can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room,
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everybody halts and stops, calls the cops,
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all you see is bitches comin' out their halter tops,
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runnin' and duckin' out the Hard Rocks parking lot,
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you'll all get shot whether its your fault or not, cause...
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[Chorus]
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I spit it slow so these kids know that i'm talkin' to 'em,
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give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em,
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i'm like a thug, with a little bit of Pac influence,
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I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin' to it,
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you motherfuckers could never do it like I could do it,
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don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it,
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don't ever in your life, try to knock the truest,
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I spit the illest shit, ever been dropped to two inch,
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so ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock,
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listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock,
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listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen,
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motherfuckers know that i'll never be Marshall again,
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full of controversy until I retire my jersey,
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'til the fire inside dies and expires at thirty, and
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Lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me,
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and put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity, i'm a...
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[Chorus]
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Yo' left, yo' left, yo' left,
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right, left,
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yo' left, yo' left, yo' left,
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right, left,
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yo' left, yo' left, yo' left,
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right, left,
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yo' left, yo' left, yo' left,
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right, left...
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Soldier
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