Styles P - Soldier's Song lyrics

[Styles P] Yo Poobs! Ghost.. Poobs turn me up my n***a Time is money, Double R D-Block, sh**'s real n***a it's the Ghost off the M.B I breathe off of liquor and weed and choose to be when the men sleep I don't even pray with my eyes closed Soulless screamin I know the demons, hide where the lies go Try to fall back, off the lyrics with mysticism Can't express myself, wild out and get shipped to prison Got a lot of sh** I could say But it's kinda Ludacris that make n***as get out the way Kinda selfish if I make n***as get out and spray Leave you helpless and the only thing you do is you pray, n***a sh** is God-made, or man-made and machine-made I don't want beef I want money, that's the green way The pride overpower the brain I won't die like a coward, muh'f**er I'm vain I'm a gangsta in the car in the dirt and the chains I've been hurt and in pain, and stood tall in this urban terrain But a man must admit to his faults, I know mine I'm the type that always wanna revolt (yeah) If I can't k** a n***a then I want an a**ault (yeah) sh** hard, just listen to the bars sh**'s makin ya {?} Some n***as shiver and listen, no lie Close your eyes it's the bigger division Life or d**h nowadays is a n***a's decision, here's your j**els When you make yours, just make sure you make it on the move n***a Yeah, Ghost, time is money sh**'s not a game I ain't f**in around Yo Poobs we out {Mario?}