Soldier 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...

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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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