Zero
Zero - I'm A Soldier songtekst
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[21 second instrumental to open] [Z-Ro] If somebody got a problem with me, come and address it If the shoe fits 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 niggaz and get my fetti right now [Chorus 2X: Z-Ro] 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 [Z-Ro] 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 niggaz 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 Niggaz 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 [Chorus] [Z-Ro] All you niggaz 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 [Chorus]