Z-Ro - I'm a Soldier lyrics

If somebody got a problem with me
Come and address it
If the shoe fit's 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 faggots already know my name mayne
Know you'd love to catch me slippin
In the turnin lane mayne
Fuck 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 fuck death
Cause, I ain't scared, bitch I'm ready to fly
But until I go I'ma murk niggas
And get my fetti right now

I'm a soldier
These stankers keep me reachin for my holster
Sometime I feel my death is creepin closer
But, I'ma keep on thuggin like I'm 'posed ta
'posed ta

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
Nigga the streets raised me
Man they played me sometime
But a real nigga 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
Bitch 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 niggas 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
Niggas 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 fuckin

All you niggas that talk down
Just might get walked down
Become another statistic and down
These war grounds nigga pull up your hands
Just look at each other
But guaranteed to beat up a bitch
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'fuckin 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 shit 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 "fuck everybody" nigga
From Screwed Up Click
Now I ain't gon' let you bend over
To tie your shoes up bitch
I'ma launch a Bernard Hopkins type
Of blow in your jaw
That's the way I police my perimeter
Ro is the law