Various Artists - Street Soldier lyrics

Here we go here we go it's another one of them thangs n***as better recognize that I'm wise and I'm fin To make it known that I'm still, the one to call Each and every one of y'all out, let's see who's real And who's fake when it come to the funk I'mma bring it to y'all live and direct, and straight bumpin I knew you was a b**h from the first take No eye contact with the handshake Couldn't relates to where I'm comin from, when I came through With the truth, broken down on the first two When I first asked the question if you was down How many punk a** n***as do I gotta clown? With they a** to the sky, gettin stuck by The devil in drag, let's see who play the f*g Will you wannabe G's please have a seat Here we go again, n***a please! Yeah it's all a part of growin up is what my momma told me How many trick a** n***as wanna try and mow me? I guess I gotta be the one to buck Put your house n***a a** in the dirt and won't give a (f**) Like I said, you're better off dead that you would be If you try to do me, I'm looney, so sue me Next time I rain on your world with the truth A solider ain't nothin to fool with "You can't see what I can see!" You.. can't see what I can see "You can't see what I can see!" But you don't ever "You can't see what I can see!" You can't see what I can see! "You can't see what I can see!" Whoahaoaha-ahhhh! One two three, it's the G-U-E Double-R, I, double-L, A, yellin mayday Weeble with a street sweeper lookin for the beast Had me thinkin that I'm less than a man and incomplete Yo, and ever since I first started rhymin You motherfu*kers wanna keep me down but I'm still climbin You know I stay real to the end Still fifteen deep on two freaks, I go tell a friend I look around and all I see is these trick a** copycats With they played out beats and they fake raps And now I can't call it, it seem Everybody wanna be a dopehead or an alcoholic So what you wanna do? n***a do you wanna be A strong black man or another fool? Cause I'm comin full grown, and b**h You can take that wannabe G (sh**) back home Understand that it's on, like I told ya Foolin with a street soldier "You can't see what I can see!" But you don't ever Who's that n***a with the big black gat That's lookin for the payback (lookin for the payback) Still comin real it's the motherf*ckin bomb P-Dog in the city that's (sh**ty) like Vietnam But them mark a** n***as want it soft Without ever understanding the plan to keep us fallin off But you better recognize that it's war Better recognize, black folk runnin out of time But if you man enough jump n***a (jump n***a) P-Dog got the pump in the trunk n***a Better realize that it's much more to life Than (f**in), two new shoes, and hisidin It's like tryin to put a size twelve foot In a size eight shoe, it just won't do So act like you knew, and let a real n***a come through From a street soldier to you, now "You can't see what I can see!" Hey, you can't see what I can see! "You can't see what I can see!" But you don't ever "You can't see what I can see!" Oooh, you can't see what I can see! "You can't see what I can see!" Oooh! Noaoaahhoooh! "You can't see what I can see!" (4X) [Singer] Music will make things, turn alright And I will dance til the broad daylight Check the flow, let it build in me Cause I know your heartbeat and I'm here to freak Alright! ... Alright! ... Alright! Alright [Computer voice] Aowww, this sounds familiar Let me stick my nose in the mix And see who do I smell, this time Ahahahahaha!