Im A Soldier Lyrics - Singles - Z-ro

(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 

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(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 

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(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)