Street Soldier

Here we go, here we go it's another one of them thangs Niggaz better recognize that I'm wise and I'm fin To make it known that I'm still the one to call Each and every one of y'all out let's see who's real And who's fake when it come to the funk I'ma bring it to y'all live and direct and straight bumpin' I knew you was a bitch from the first take No eye contact with the handshake Couldn't relates to where I'm comin' from, when I came through With the truth, broken down on the first two When I first asked the question if you was down How many punk ass niggaz do I gotta clown? With they ass to the sky, gettin' stuck by The devil in drag, let's see who play the fag Will you wannabe G's please have a seat Here we go again, nigga please! Yeah it's all a part of growin' up is what my momma told me How many trick ass niggaz wanna try and mow me? I guess I gotta be the one to buck Put your house nigga ass in the dirt and won't give a (fuck) Like I said, you're better off dead that you would be If you try to do me, I'm loonie, so sue me Next time I rain on your world with the truth A solider ain't nothin' to fool with "You can't see what I can see!" You... Can't see what I can see "You can't see what I can see!" But you don't ever "You can't see what I can see!" You can't see what I can see! "You can't see what I can see!" Whoahaoaha-ahhhh! One two three, it's the G-U-E Double-R, I, double-L, A, yellin' mayday Weeble with a street sweeper lookin' for the beast Had me thinkin' that I'm less than a man and incomplete Yo, and ever since I first started rhymin' You motherfuckers wanna keep me down but I'm still climbin' You know I stay real to the end Still fifteen deep on two freaks, I go tell a friend I look around and all I see is these trick ass copycats With they played out beats and they fake raps And now I can't call it, it seem Everybody wanna be a dope-head or an alcoholic So what you wanna do? Nigga do you wanna be A strong black man or another fool? 'Cause I'm comin' full grown, and bitch You can take that wannabe G (shit) back home Understand that it's on, like I told ya Foolin' with a street soldier "You can't see what I can see!" But you don't ever Who's that nigga with the big black gat That's lookin' for the payback (lookin' for the payback) Still comin' real it's the motherfuckin' bomb P-Dog in the city that's (shitty) like Vietnam But them mark ass niggaz want it soft Without ever understanding the plan to keep us fallin' off But you better recognize that it's war Better recognize, black folk runnin' out of time But if you man enough jump nigga (jump nigga) P-Dog got the pump in the trunk nigga Better realize that it's much more to life Than (fuckin'), two new shoes, and hisidin' It's like tryin' to put a size twelve foot In a size eight shoe, it just won't do So act like you knew, and let a real nigga come through From a street soldier to you, now "You can't see what I can see!" Hey, you can't see what I can see! "You can't see what I can see!" But you don't ever "You can't see what I can see!" Oooh, you can't see what I can see! "You can't see what I can see!" Oooh! Noaoaahhooh! "You can't see what I can see!" [Repeat x 4] Music will make things, turn alright And I will dance 'til the broad daylight Check the flow, let it build in me 'Cause I know your heartbeat and I'm here to freak Alright! Alright! Alright! Alright Aowww, this sounds familiar Let me stick my nose in the mix And see who do I smell, this time Ahahahahaha!

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