Hip Hop Soldier

I'm a hip hop soldier ...

I'm a hip hop soldier

All you wannabe gangstas, drivin' Volkswagens

Chillin' at the high schools, broke but braggin'

Under educated, your style is dated

You talk behind my back and your rope's gold-plated

But I'm back to take revenge, my beef will never end

I'll tear your midsection, 'til your body start to bend

Like a pistol, I'm a smokin'

I'm crushin', not jokin'

Whippin' sissies for a past time, and no I'm never chokin'

I blow away suckers with the flicker of my index

Not brass monkey, it's a natural reflex

Go getter tactics, makin' suckers holla

A vicious ************ with a rope around my collar

I carry lots a cash, I whip a sucker's ass

I drive a big Caddy, and I pull the trigger fast

Down at Arnold's on the Ave, I fight 'til the death

I let you suck my in my chest, and then I break your damn neck

I got the cold beats rippin', your needle's not skippin'

So many damn weapons that the military's trippin'

People in Seattle hate me, cause I'm not like a hood

But you rock heads wish that you could

Be a hip hop soldier ...

I'm a hip hop soldier

Now let's get one thing straight, my weapons are great

You 22 automatic suckers are late

Got a quarter Moon clip, and a Smith and Wesson

I'm about to give you roody-poos a cold gun lesson

I'm the wizard of mayhem, master of destruction

Got a 44 mag, with the blunt instructions

Page 1 says open, page 2 says feel

Page 3 says cock, page 4 says kill

A mini 14, full combat dress

A thirty round clip, and I ain't takin' no mess

Cause I'm a rough eyegrasser, a camouflage dresser

My M16 has a flasher presser

My Sterling mark six , it's funny but it hits

It looks sideways but the sucker will kick

A pack of dangerous beretta, kinda small but its good

Some of you wannabes wish that you could

Be a hip hop soldier

I'm a hip hop soldier

Now I'm about to get go, so I better clean up

I'm not avigatin' crime, but you gotta get tough

I don't believe in gun control, the theory is proven

Give a criminal a gun, and your public is losin'

For you gotta fight back, cause the pigs ain't black

No protection in your section, now it's time to act

A 22 won't due, you need rapid fire

I'm a ammo gum gun buyer

Big battle rifles, can make a suckers day

You mess around with me so lot, you might get blown away

Wearin' 5 gold rings, never intimidated

In Seattle they are jealous, cause a brother has made it

But they don't mess with me, cause they might get Iked

I'm not a gay rapper, I don't like to get knifed

The devil made me do it, and I wannabe good

Don't you roody-poos wish that you could

Be a hip hop soldier ...

I'm a hip hop soldier ...

I'm a hip hop soldier ...

I'm runnin' hollow point bullets, in my 38

So if you plan to get ill, you better stay in your place

Cause I'm not a game player, I'm just a rhyme sayer

My vigilante group includes my mayor

I pack two uzis cause they stop all crime

You might get yours, but don't let me get mine

I never beat woman, romance is better

If a freak wants to leave, boy you might as well let her

West coast rappers we all bust hard

When we chillin' on the set, we never need a bodyguard

People in Seattle hate me, cause I'm not like a hood

Some of you wannabes wish that you could

Be a hip hop soldier ...

I'm a hip hop soldier ...

I'm a hip hop soldier