I`m a soldier X4
Verse 1
Yo... Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns, Never was a gangsta, till I graduated to one/And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin`. Took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin`/willin` to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death, never live to regret what I said/when you`re me, people just want to see, if its true, if its you, what you say in your rap`s, what you do/ so they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill, when they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real/in confrontation ain`t no conversation, if you feel you`re in violation, any hesitation`ll get you killed/if you feel it, kill it, if you conceal it, reveal it. Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets, pull it, squeeze it/ till its empty, tempt me, push me, pussies, I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze... 
Chorus
I`m a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won`t budge, I`ll never fall or fold up/I`m a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or stumble/I`m a soldier, These shoulders hold up so much, they won`t budge, I`ll never fall or fold up/I`m a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never stumble 
Verse 2
I love pissin` you off, it gets me off, like my lawyers, when the fuckin` judge lets me off/all you motherfuckas gotta do is set me off, I`ll violate and all the motherfuckin` bets be off/I`m a lit fuse, anything I do bring it`s news, pistol whippin` motherfuckin` bouncers, six-two, who needs bullets?/ Soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets, an excellent method to get rid of the next bully/It`s actually better cause instead you murderin`, you can hurt em` and come back again and kick dirt at em/it`s like pourin` salt in the wounds, assault and get sued, you can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room/everybody halts and stops, calls the cops, all you see is bitches comin` out their halter tops/runnin` and duckin` out to the Hot Rocks parking lot, you`ll all get shot whether its your fault or not, cus... 
Chorus
Verse 3
I spit it slow so these kids know that I`m talkin` to em, give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em/I`m like a thug, with a little bit of Pac influence, I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin` to it/you motherfuckas could never do it like I could do it, don`t even try it, you`ll look stupid, do not pursue it/don`t ever in your life, try to knock the truest, I spit the illest shit, ever been dropped to two inch/ so ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock, listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock/listen to the sound of me spillin` my heart through this pen, motherfuckers know that I`ll never be Marshall again/Full of controversy until I retire my jersey, till the fire inside dies and expires at thirty/and Lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me, and put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity/I`m a... 
Chorus
Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left X4