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I’m A Soldier

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 03.07.2012

[Z-Ro:]
If somebody got a problem with me, come & 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 & a chopper right under my mattress
Please don't let the gold & the diamonds fool you
I promise it's nothin' for your family to lose you
It's just when you speak to me watch your 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 mayne
Know you'd love to catch me slippin' in the turnin' lane mayne
Fuck a rap tuck my strap right in back of my bridges
I'm just rappin' to pay my lawyer for creatin' a witness
I done smoked somebody before' & smokin'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'm a murk niggas & get my fetti right now.

[Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]
I'm A Soldier, these stankers keep me reachin' for my holster
Sometime I feel my death is creepin' closer
But I'm a keep on thuggin' like I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta.

[Z-Ro:]
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 & take this back on his grind
I was gifted with a sick grip game & 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 niggas got something to say 'about me back in the hood
Can't be Mo' City 'cause everyday 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 & 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
Niggas say Rap-A-Lot ain't payin' me like I ain't got nuttin'
If 6 figures is bein' bent over, I'm lovin' the fuckin'.

[Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]
I'm A Soldier, these stankers keep me reachin' for my holster
Sometime I feel my death is creepin' closer
But I'm a keep on thuggin like I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta.

[Z-Ro:]
All you niggas that talk down, just might get walked down
Become another statistic & 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'
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 muh'fuckin' MAC-11 hack everything under the neck off
Used to be a problem child now I'm a problem grown up
I done done some evil shit & one day I'm a have to own up
But when I say somethin' homey I mean what I say
I'm a 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'm a launch a Bernard Hopkins type of blow in your jaw
That's the way I police my perimeter, Ro is the law.

[Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]
I'm A Soldier, these stankers keep me reachin' for my holster
Sometime I feel my death is creepin' closer
But I'm a keep on thuggin like I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta.


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