Tone Capone - Soldier Story lyrics

[Verse 1: Z-Ro] Where I'm from k**ers go dumb Usually d**h is the outcome Welcome to the jungle, where kidnappers haunt you The streets, they really want you I'm serious, no smile on this block, gives answers if you curious Good times disappear quickly back into a mist Shooter hardly ever miss, that means I'm accurate Crack the pitch man, pretty soon I'mma have to switch Scratchin' the itch with paper cuts on my index The real riders shoot up blocks and screams who next Like my n***a "Two-Tecs", he tote two tecs Done been in beef before but in Houston they call it plex Gotta know the protocol, I'm warnin' y'all it gets deep So deep, the prison guards'll put you to sleep Rest eternally, no comin' back ya O.D., overdose This neighborhood got me comatose Back against the wall, another statistic I know [Hook:] The streets always been my daddy and mommy is the county jail I'ma soldier and I'm about my mail And if I get busted I'm not about to tell Cause I'm a gangsta The streets always been my daddy and mommy is the county jail I'ma soldier and I'm about my mail I ain't tryin' to do right, I'm already livin' in pain Cause I'm a gangsta [Verse 2: The Product] The gas prices too high, the pay raise is too low I'm better off in the game flippin' kicks like Judo Or out somewhere pimpin' gettin' money and by the two wholes That's why I'm at the lab of the product, spittin' you flows Feds' watchin' my hood, entirely too much gun play Neighborhood basketball stars slain last Monday Raided the neighborhood, king pen last Tuesday If this was goin' on in your neighborhood what would you say? Given the opportunity to tell it to the ma**es Lower middle cla** still a carryin' bus pa**es Young girls givin' birth before they hit the ninth grade 'Bout to be a mom and can't even make Kool Aid Who made this crack anyway? Told us about the h**n Sold us alcohol and the guns that we carry 'round Can't blame us for everything goin' wrong in the States I don't blame a n***a for nothin' he do to get cake [Hook] [Verse 3: Scarface] It's like the ghetto's got a heart and a soul, a mind of it's own A hunger for a young cat to die 'fore he grown A lust for a young girl to slide down a pole She's always fallin' short on her goals The street life is cold, it's either win or lose or you fold Money is the root to all evils what I was told When everything you thought you'd believed in was a hoax You put your faith in front of those demons And when the smoke clears, the truth appear The fight for your life, the struggles of a wrong versus right And wrong won, a song sung in the keys of reality When d**h crosses your path, blood shed tragically So automatically you come to a close and realize That no matter what we key to the codes I seen the hood swallow muthaf**as whole Then sh** 'em out in the system ain't never make it home, that I know [Hook:]