Scarface, Z-Ro - Soldier Story lyrics
[Scarface, Z-Ro - Soldier Story lyrics]
Where I'm from killers go dumb
Usually death 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 nigga "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 OD
Overdose this neighborhood got me comatose
Back against the wall
Another statistic I know
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
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 masses lower middle class still a
Carryin' bus passes
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 heroin
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 nigga for nothin'
He do to get cake
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 death 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 muthafuckas whole
Then shit 'em out in the system
Ain't never make it home, that I know
Usually death 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 nigga "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 OD
Overdose this neighborhood got me comatose
Back against the wall
Another statistic I know
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
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 masses lower middle class still a
Carryin' bus passes
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 heroin
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 nigga for nothin'
He do to get cake
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 death 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 muthafuckas whole
Then shit 'em out in the system
Ain't never make it home, that I know