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Ghetto soldier, ghetto soldier, Rebel soldier, rebel soldier, ghetto soldier, rebel soldier
I was brought up on the block with the hustlers and killa fiends andthe killas with no soul. See on the block every chick got a whole lottafuzz in'em screamin for the po-po
Ya my papa was a legend but lemme tell you somethin bout me, I was raised up poor
And I'm my hood nobody gave a muthafuck about you ya befriend the pen.
My childhood, many bitches on the corner sippin guiness [? ] don't let my name go.
Carry a chip on my shoulder, bout the size of texas you want drama playas sayin no more
Ya I'm a product of the street labeled a menace to society, how the fuck would they know
Don't be so quick to point the finger when really you gonna shit it by me. soldier release and reload.
[Chorus:]
I know I told ya when you fuckin with me just know ya fuckin with aghetto soldier, I know I told ya when you fuckin with me just know yafuckin with a Rebel soldier
You can never pretend like I don't exsist, I'm in the mist of thethugs, and I'm huggin the block shootin and never miss. who in the hellis this, witness never make it, no evidence. snitchin is not allowed inmy residence, born in this ghetto storm talk it walk it do it all inteh ghetto form soldiers born and lose more than a leg or arm, paperchase it doin a million miles an hour, live for the moment cause I'mknowin this could be my last hour.got the flower to bloom, got thepower to boom. get ya high as the moon but with these cowards I'mdoomed I'm a goon show mistakes there ain't no room for ya ain't noerrors cause the sherriffs got a room for ya they don't scare usbecause the terrors increases the crime rate in the seasons seeamericas most wanted on your tv's ghetto soldiers they don't know itbut we here to keep your poppin this song keep tighten up they hideyour johnny cockren is gone
[Chorus x2]
Gotta do whatcha gotta do with the circumstances given liven life as aghetto soldier. It seems the jefferson and demons and the policeuniforms and they searchin for ghetto kids to murder. I was here tosurvive when they came to trash the ones who took the note toprotect'em from every corner with? . this systems hittin the guttersbaby hungry daddy lookin at?
Baby daddy eat so daddys gotta risk his life, this ghetto livin is the closest to the single shot
I was brought up on the block with the hustlers and killa fiends andthe killas with no soul. See on the block every chick got a whole lottafuzz in'em screamin for the po-po
Ya my papa was a legend but lemme tell you somethin bout me, I was raised up poor
And I'm my hood nobody gave a muthafuck about you ya befriend the pen.
My childhood, many bitches on the corner sippin guiness [? ] don't let my name go.
Carry a chip on my shoulder, bout the size of texas you want drama playas sayin no more
Ya I'm a product of the street labeled a menace to society, how the fuck would they know
Don't be so quick to point the finger when really you gonna shit it by me. soldier release and reload.
[Chorus:]
I know I told ya when you fuckin with me just know ya fuckin with aghetto soldier, I know I told ya when you fuckin with me just know yafuckin with a Rebel soldier
You can never pretend like I don't exsist, I'm in the mist of thethugs, and I'm huggin the block shootin and never miss. who in the hellis this, witness never make it, no evidence. snitchin is not allowed inmy residence, born in this ghetto storm talk it walk it do it all inteh ghetto form soldiers born and lose more than a leg or arm, paperchase it doin a million miles an hour, live for the moment cause I'mknowin this could be my last hour.got the flower to bloom, got thepower to boom. get ya high as the moon but with these cowards I'mdoomed I'm a goon show mistakes there ain't no room for ya ain't noerrors cause the sherriffs got a room for ya they don't scare usbecause the terrors increases the crime rate in the seasons seeamericas most wanted on your tv's ghetto soldiers they don't know itbut we here to keep your poppin this song keep tighten up they hideyour johnny cockren is gone
[Chorus x2]
Gotta do whatcha gotta do with the circumstances given liven life as aghetto soldier. It seems the jefferson and demons and the policeuniforms and they searchin for ghetto kids to murder. I was here tosurvive when they came to trash the ones who took the note toprotect'em from every corner with? . this systems hittin the guttersbaby hungry daddy lookin at?
Baby daddy eat so daddys gotta risk his life, this ghetto livin is the closest to the single shot