Papoose

Papoose - Go To War (Ghetto Soldier) lyrics

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Ya wanna go to war lets get it then 

If war bring peace im wit it then 

I don't start beef i finish it 

Ghetto soldiers, we militant. 





I dont like to fuss or fight 

Just trying to live life rightt 

Don't take my kindness for weakness 

Cuz i will take your life.... 

At first i will walk away... 

Unless they push me to play 

But thats something I know you will regret 

So please dont forget 





Im a ghetto soldier, desporatoOoOo 

Im a ghetto soldier, (dont man say nooOoo) 

Im a ghetto soldIER, (how white say nooOoo) 

yes a ghetto soldier, (black man say nooOoo) 



Got an S on my chest hahaha 





The soldiers get trained by the leutinent 

The leutinent get all of his orders from the captain 

General, when i was young i got drafted 

Sent me to the army of Brooklyn, those bastards 

Full of soldiers, my homies lay in caskets 

They couldn't survive the heat 

Just like the mavericks 

And I dont buy wolf tickets from niggas 

But niggas be wolfin so i walk around on my clippers 

Some of my people was alive from my struggle 

But aint lived to see my success 

They wanted to see me make it, but got stripped naked 

And layed in the mall cuz of death 

So yo now im successful how can i celebrate it? 

They died early, so in their eyes I never made it 

I ain't goin' give you my life, you gotta take it 

Soldier, I'm going out Blazin' 





Im a ghetto soldier, desporatoOoOo 

Im a ghetto soldier, (dont man say nooOoo) 

Im a ghetto soldIER, (how white say nooOoo) 

yes a ghetto soldier, (black man say nooOoo) 

(Big mike, Evil Empire) 





We said the same thing at the same time 

I aint knock on wood 

Black cat crossed my path, my luck still good 

Brook a mirror, i aint get 7 years of bad luck 

Nuttin bad aint even happened, my left eye jumped 

Put my hat on the bed when i walked in the room 

Swept my feet, and i aint even spit on the broom 

What im try'na say is, Im not supersticious 

Akon what am I ? 

(Im a ghetto soldier) 

My right hand itchin, been havin money kid. 

I even opened the unbrella in da crib 

Bought my girl some shoes, she aint walk outta my life 

No bad luck, I skipped the po twice 

No superstition, just wise intuition 

On the battle field get killed or do the killin 

By the way my good luck charm is a bisquit 

Ghetto soldier to the ended 





Im a ghetto soldier, desporatoOoOo 

Im a ghetto soldier, (dont man say nooOoo) 

Im a ghetto soldIER, (how white say nooOoo) 

yes a ghetto soldier, (black man say nooOoo) 

(hey!) 





No pain no gain 

All of the trama is killing me 

Pain cant swim thats why I drown in that Hennesey 

Tired of the enemy, runnin to your crib 

Slumped you in your fireplace and have smoke comin outta 

your chimney 

I could see straight through your plast? and your trickory 

It dont mean shit to me, im trying to get to the bottom of it 

But I lost a whole lot of my energy 

Tryna get to the bottom of a bottomless industry 

Now-a-days all i got is my pride and my dignity 

You ridin with sympathy 

They say misery needs company, why people company 

You kiddin' me, when I could grab a weapon and put him outta his misery 

Says shots asked you to tell you Im not playing! 

When you fire back you let me know what chu saying 

This gun busting its like an unspoken language 

We communicate with our guns, this shit is dangerous. 





Im a ghetto soldier, desporatoOoOo 

Im a ghetto soldier, (dont man say nooOoo) 

Im a ghetto soldIER, (how white say nooOoo) 

yes a ghetto soldier, (black man say nooOoo) 



(Ya know)









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