Kane & Abel

Kane & Abel - Soldier Story lyrics

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All he want to be a soldier a soldier
 All he want to be a No Limit soldier
 All he want to be a soldier like me
 All he want to be a soldier a soldier
 All he want to be a soldier like me
 A soldier a soldier
 A soldier a soldier

 Crack done took apart my family tree
 My mama's on the shit
 My daddy splitting
 Mom's steady blaming me
 Is it my fault just because i'm a young black male
 The feds swept me as if kane and abel making crack sales
 Only 15 and got problems
 Cops on my tail so i bail til I dodge em
 They finally pulled me over and I laughed
 Remember rodney king and I blast on they punk ass
 Now I got a murder case
 You say your from the ghetto bitch you never heard a place
 Trying to make some cash got a uz and a black mask
 Drop the fucking task
 Down goes the jack ass
 Keep my shit cocked cause the cops got a glock too
 What the fuck would you do?
 Drop them or let em drop you
 I chose dropping the cop
 I got me a glock and some glocks for them niggas on my block
 Mama tried to stab me I moved out
 Stole a couple keys
 Made g's
 Bought a new house
 Only 17 i'm the new king
 Got me a crew hell a jewels and a uzi
 But all good things don't last
 Task came fast
 Busted my black ass
 I'm chilling in the pen facing life or death
 Now my little brother wants to follow in my footsteps

 Chorus

 Buck buck
 Niggas get touched don't step to this
 Represent my set with this tech on a death wish
 Tell em come and test
 And the rest it gets hectic
 Making you a speck and busters gotta exit
 Walking throught the streets selling this crack shit
 Packing several gats cause i'm on some pay him back shit
 Niggas don't wanna try me
 Bitch you'll get shot down
 Now i'm packing a glock since my twin brother's locked down
 I'm hot now
 So many crooked cops had got shot down
 5-o see me on the block and they chalk now
 That's what I call a high roller
 Send my brother what he needs and some weed to angola
 Tell him just be ready set
 Pack yo' shit up quick and when I hit be prepared to jet
 Nigga from the block down to roll nigga
 Every single one got a gun
 Now i'm smoked nigga
 These hoes about to get hit by the best
 I'm wearing double vests
 So aim at my fucking chest
 I be making straight head shots
 Touch the button on the wall you gone feel it when yo' face pop
 I can still hear my mother's shout
 Hit the pen abel
 Break your brother kane out
 I got a message for the warden
 I'm coming for your ass as fast as flash gordon
 We get surrounded in the mess hall
 Yes y'all
 A crazy motherfucker making death calls
 Just bring my brother kane and we leaning
 For every minute you start one of y'all bleeding
 They brought my brother with a quickness
 I kidnapped the cop ready for the sickness
 And just as we were walking out
 I caught a bullet in the head
 The screams never left my mouth
 My brother caught a bullet too
 I think he gone pull through
 He deserve to
 The fast life ain't everything they told ya'
 Never get much older
 Follow in the tracks of a soldier

 Chorus
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Author: Kane & Abel

Composer: ?

Publisher: No Limit Records

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Am I My Brothers Keeper (1998)

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