2Pac, E.D.I. Mean, Outlawz, Young Noble - I'm a Soldier lyrics
[2Pac, E.D.I. Mean, Outlawz, Young Noble - I'm a Soldier lyrics]
'Cuz I'm a soldier
I just release 'em on a war path
Not your average dealer i'm a soldier
Westside Outlaw, Bad Boy killer
Started off with
Runnin from copses duck and
Hide from helicopters
We open fire, who can stop us
Livin the life of trife juveniles
Hopin for Rikers gettin twenty-five to life
If the judge don't like us
In my clearest pictures
I see authorities itchin to get us
ATF state feds scandalous bitches
I wasn't promised to it
Wasn't bitter or sweet see if a
Nigga don't hustle then the nigga don't eat
Only streets livin do or die circle complete
Repetitive motions and felons in
The rush for cheese
Please understand my history a
Man of many acts
Livin Thug Life, comin equipped
With many gats
Maybe I was just a Lost Soul, trapped in time
Livin in between life
And the cracks were blind
Even though we had hope for
Dreams that never came
Yet and still we all feel pain
My brother Sean, first on my list
He stuck with
A three-five when he get out would
I be dead or alive
He taught me the rules so much
But still In Thugs I Trust
When in danger never hesitate to
Keep my fuckin trap shut
My Mom Dukes got a little bit of Thug in her
The Devil loves sinners crackheads
And drug dealer sometimes I feel like the
Streets are takin over never stayin sober
The brain over and over backtrack
My stack's fat, I used to take new
I was born twenty-two years ago, yesterday
But see I saw no reason for me to celebrate
Let me demonstrate
Entered the world from out a poisonous womb
Heroin bein consumed already
Predicitin my doom, soon
To be one of the many misguided
Always the first one on the block to
Be done tried it and liked it
Lost before I had a chance to find my way
Now I travel through life
Not knowin the time of day
Thug niggas screamin Westside
Bustin double Glocks
You gotta be soldiers alright! Soldiers!
I just release 'em on a war path
Not your average dealer i'm a soldier
Westside Outlaw, Bad Boy killer
Started off with
Runnin from copses duck and
Hide from helicopters
We open fire, who can stop us
Livin the life of trife juveniles
Hopin for Rikers gettin twenty-five to life
If the judge don't like us
In my clearest pictures
I see authorities itchin to get us
ATF state feds scandalous bitches
I wasn't promised to it
Wasn't bitter or sweet see if a
Nigga don't hustle then the nigga don't eat
Only streets livin do or die circle complete
Repetitive motions and felons in
The rush for cheese
Please understand my history a
Man of many acts
Livin Thug Life, comin equipped
With many gats
Maybe I was just a Lost Soul, trapped in time
Livin in between life
And the cracks were blind
Even though we had hope for
Dreams that never came
Yet and still we all feel pain
My brother Sean, first on my list
He stuck with
A three-five when he get out would
I be dead or alive
He taught me the rules so much
But still In Thugs I Trust
When in danger never hesitate to
Keep my fuckin trap shut
My Mom Dukes got a little bit of Thug in her
The Devil loves sinners crackheads
And drug dealer sometimes I feel like the
Streets are takin over never stayin sober
The brain over and over backtrack
My stack's fat, I used to take new
I was born twenty-two years ago, yesterday
But see I saw no reason for me to celebrate
Let me demonstrate
Entered the world from out a poisonous womb
Heroin bein consumed already
Predicitin my doom, soon
To be one of the many misguided
Always the first one on the block to
Be done tried it and liked it
Lost before I had a chance to find my way
Now I travel through life
Not knowin the time of day
Thug niggas screamin Westside
Bustin double Glocks
You gotta be soldiers alright! Soldiers!