Z-ro - I'm A Soldier lyrics

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Z-ro - I'm A Soldier lyrics

[21 second instrumental to open] [Z-Ro] If somebody got a problem with me, come and address it If the shoe fits it then walk in it I'm talkin to Texas See I'm from a section where we kid each other for practice So I keep grenades and a chopper right under my mattress Please don't let the gold and the diamonds fool you I promise it's nothin for your family to lose you It's just when you speak to me watch ya tone, call the chief on the phone Bring the beef to your home, make you sleep under some stones Z-Ro the Crooked, but you f*ggots already know my name mayne Know you'd love to catch me slippin in the turnin lane mayne f** a rap tuck my strap right in back of my britches I'm just rappin to pay my lawyer for creatin a witness I done smoked somebody befo' and smokin's a bad habit They say it always take you to your casket, but f** d**h Cause I ain't scared, b**h I'm ready to fly But until I go I'ma murk n***az and get my fetti right now [Chorus 2X: Z-Ro] I'm a soldier, these stankers keep me reachin for my holster Sometime I feel my d**h is creepin closer But I'ma keep on thuggin like I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta [Z-Ro] Look at the conditions I was livin in, I didn't have a clear vision then I needed ends cause there was no residence for me to sleep in n***a the streets raised me, man they played me sometime But a real n***a regroup relax and take this back on his grind I was gifted with a sick grip game, and it stick to the spoon Plus I'm gifted at spittin make my vocals click to a tune b**h I'm schizophrenic, I probably won't stick to this mood Hope I don't lose it 'fore I have to bring this brick to this dude I heard some n***az got somethin to say 'bout me back in the hood Can't be Mo City, cause everyday I'll be back in the hood And we can scrap or we can take it to the straps in the hood You get your stuff or be murdered and won't be back in the hood Same way I stack the republic I'm just like that in the hood Bring to you a hat in public or a hat in the hood n***az say Rap-A-Lot ain't payin me like I ain't got nuttin If six figures is bein bent over, I'm lovin the f**in [Chorus] [Z-Ro] All you n***az that talk down, just might get walked down Become another statistic and down these war grounds n***a pull up your hands, just look at each other But guaranteed to beat up a b**h he gon' wanna make me suffer So I shoot first, look at his head burst, bleedin And exit to dig a ditch that's even, give me the reason Promise I've been lookin to get some stress off I let the muh'f**in mac-11 hack everything under the neck off Used to be a problem child now I'm a problem grown up I done done some evil sh** and one day I'ma have to own up But when I say somethin homey I mean what I say I'ma murder you straight up or I can lean when I spray Z-Ro the "f** everybody" n***a from Screwed Up Click Now I ain't gon' let you bend over to tie your shoes up b**h I'ma launch a Bernard Hopkins type of blow in your jaw That's the way I police my perimeter, Ro is the law [Chorus]