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I'm a soldier, I'm a soldier, I'm a soldier, I'm a soldier

Yo', never was a thug, just infatuated with guns,
Never was a gangsta, 'til I graduated to one, and
Got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin',
Took the image of a thug, kept s*** 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
It's true, if it's 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 it's

Empty, tempt me, push me, pussies, I need a good
Reason to give this trigger a good squeeze...

[Chorus]
I'm a soldier, these shoulder's hold up so much,
They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up, I'm
A soldier, even if my collar bone's crush or
Crumble, I will never slip or stumble, I'm a
Soldier, these shoulder's hold up so much, they
Won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up, I'm a
Soldier, even if my collar bone's crush or
Crumble, I will never stumble

I love pissin' you off, it get's me off, like my
Lawyer's, when the f***in' judge let's me off, all
You motherf***ers gotta do is set me off, I'll
Violate and all the motherf***in' bet's be off,

I'm a lit fuse, anything I do brings in news,
Pistol whippin' motherf***in' 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, a**ault 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 b****es comin' out their halter tops,
Runnin' and duckin' out the Hot Rocks parking lot,

You'll all get shot whether its your fault or not,
Cause

[Chorus]

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 b****es rockin' to it, you motherf***ers 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 s***, 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 c***,
Listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart

Through this pen, motherf***ers know that I'll
Never be Marshall again, full of controversy until
I retire my jersey, 'til 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...

[Chorus]

Yo' left, yo' left, yo' left, right, left, yo'
Left, yo' left, yo' left, right, left, yo' left,
Yo' left, yo' left, right, left, yo' left, yo'
Left, yo' left, right, left
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written by HARRISON, RICH/KNOWLES, BEYONCE GISSELLE/GARRETT, SEAN / WRITER(S) UNKNOWN
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group