I'm a Soldier

[Z-Ro:] If somebody got a problem with me, come & 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 & a chopper right under my mattress

Please don't let the gold & the diamonds fool you

I promise it's nothin' for your family to lose you

It's just when you speak to me watch your 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 ******s already know my name mayne

Know you'd love to catch me slippin' in the turnin' lane mayne

****** a rap tuck my strap right in back of my bridges

I'm just rappin' to pay my lawyer for creatin' a witness

I done smoked somebody before' & smokin's a bad habit

They say it always take you to your casket, but ****** death '

Cause I ain't scared, ******

I'm ready to fly

But until

I go I'm a murk ******s & get my fetti right now. [Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]

I'm A Soldier, these stankers keep me reachin' for my holster

Sometime I feel my death is creepin' closer

But I'm a 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

****** the streets raised me, man they played me sometime

But a real ****** regroup relax & take this back on his grind

I was gifted with a sick grip game & it stick to the spoon

Plus I'm gifted at spittin' make my vocals click to a tune

****** 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 ******s got something to say 'about 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 & 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

******s say

Rap-A-Lot ain't payin' me like

I ain't got nuttin'

If 6 figures is bein' bent over,

I'm lovin' the ******'. [Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]

I'm A Soldier, these stankers keep me reachin' for my holster

Sometime I feel my death is creepin' closer

But I'm a keep on thuggin like

I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta. [Z-Ro:]

All you ******s that talk down, just might get walked down

Become another statistic & down these war grounds

****** pull up your hands, just look at each other

But guaranteed to beat up a ****** he gon' wanna make me suffer

So I shoot first, look at his head burst, bleedin'

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'******'

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 ******t & one day

I'm a have to own up

But when I say somethin' homey

I mean what

I say I'm a murder you straight up or

I can lean when

I spray Z-

Ro the "****** everybody" ****** from

Screwed Up

Click Now

I ain't gon' let you bend over to tie your shoes up ******

I'm a launch a

Bernard Hopkins type of blow in your jaw

That's the way

I police my perimeter,

Ro is the law. [Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]

I'm A Soldier, these stankers keep me reachin' for my holster

Sometime I feel my death is creepin' closer

But I'm a keep on thuggin like

I'm 'posed ta, 'posed ta.