Willie The Kid - Soldier lyrics

[La the Darkman] Stand up guy, with family, shared a pie To the cops and the judge, always tell a lie Look 'em dead in the eye, right hand high For the D.A., get anything, 'fore I fry Sentence me to die, cuz I live by the oath Any n***a snitch, stick a sword down his throat Pills, crack or coke; we hustle it all Sometimes it seems we ball just to fall One n***a shouldn't get caught with a brick Then the next 30 days, feds indict his whole click That's some h*mo sh**, you worst than a b**h Sit ya a** on the toilet, everytime you take a piss Get no realer than this, money orders get sent To the pen, for my comrades and my friends Prisoners of war, chose not to crawl Kept they mouth closed and live by they borgue [Chorus: sample (La the Darkman)] Do you remember me? (Uh-huh, uh-huh) I'm a soldier (Uh-huh, uh-huh) (I flip that dime, I commit that crime, n***a) Do you remember me? (Uh-huh, uh-huh) I'm a soldier (Uh-huh, uh-huh) (And if I get caught, I'mma do my time, n***a) [La the Darkman] I don't fold, n***a, I'm young, but think old New York, baby, I was raised in the cold Round mobsters, dealers, pimps and real k**as Power and manipulating people, we the realest Everywhere broads feel us, to Brook, to Tennessee I'm like a carpenter, I keep that hammer on me I push that E., by ten thousand pills n***as don't, come straight, with the cash, get k**ed No prints, no weapons, no witness, neither Four A.M., in your bushes, I'm a certified creeper You a certified sleeper, I came to bring d**h n***as talk beef, that's peace, I'm a chef Put your a** in a box, like Boyardee Prepare all black suits, for your family Like George W. Bush and Operation "Push" It's La W. Dark, I came to take your heart, n***a [Chorus] [Willie the Kid] Yo, yo, n***as shaking in they boots, I shoot dice and scoop paper You brought a gauge for this shooting range, then shoot paper I bought a gauge for this shooting range, a few wakers My shoe game, champagne and blue bakesters Back day, it's all about rope chains with anchors We paid corners til the cops camcorders ganked us While we never on the phone, n***as Crank Yankers Then worse than a hater, is a f**ing traitor Emba**y, never fold, never tell, f** rap We got blue shots and gas for sale, my n***a Bang bang bang and boom boom boom You're big dreaming like the Boom Boom Room, I'm real life, n***a I'm family first, guns and coupes Willie the Kid, I'm all that, the Sidekick with the blue Cops gave me amnesia, I ain't no snitch And I love my n***as, I don't love no b**h