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Eminem
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Im a soldier X4
Verse 1
Yo... Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns, Never was a gangsta, till I graduated to one/And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin. Took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin/willin to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death, never live to regret what I said/when youre me, people just want to see, if its true, if its you, what you say in your raps, what you do/ so they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill, when they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real/in confrontation aint no conversation, if you feel youre in violation, any hesitationll get you killed/if you feel it, kill it, if you conceal it, reveal it. Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets, pull it, squeeze it/ till its empty, tempt me, push me, pussies, I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze...
Chorus
Im a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they wont budge, Ill never fall or fold up/Im a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or stumble/Im a soldier, These shoulders hold up so much, they wont budge, Ill never fall or fold up/Im a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never stumble
Verse 2
I love pissin you off, it gets me off, like my lawyers, when the fuckin judge lets me off/all you motherfuckas gotta do is set me off, Ill violate and all the motherfuckin bets be off/Im a lit fuse, anything I do bring its news, pistol whippin motherfuckin bouncers, six-two, who needs bullets?/ Soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets, an excellent method to get rid of the next bully/Its actually better cause instead you murderin, you can hurt em and come back again and kick dirt at em/its like pourin salt in the wounds, assault and get sued, you can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room/everybody halts and stops, calls the cops, all you see is bitches comin out their halter tops/runnin and duckin out to the Hot Rocks parking lot, youll all get shot whether its your fault or not, cus...
Chorus
Verse 3
I spit it slow so these kids know that Im talkin to em, give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em/Im like a thug, with a little bit of Pac influence, I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin to it/you motherfuckas could never do it like I could do it, dont even try it, youll look stupid, do not pursue it/dont ever in your life, try to knock the truest, I spit the illest shit, ever been dropped to two inch/ so ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock, listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock/listen to the sound of me spillin my heart through this pen, motherfuckers know that Ill never be Marshall again/Full of controversy until I retire my jersey, till the fire inside dies and expires at thirty/and Lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me, and put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity/Im a...
Chorus
Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left X4
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15.Jun.2002 20:06:04 |
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