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the game – soldier lyrics

[intro]
yo mal, they tried to k!ll me man
five shots and i’m still here n-gga, hahaha

[hook]
i don’t give a f-ck where you n-ggas from
east to west coast i’mma bang my gun
you better wear a vest when you come outside
’cause n-gga this’s westside ’til i die
i’m a motherf-ckin’ soldier n-gga
i’m a soldier n-gga
i’m a motherf-ckin’ soldier n-gga
i’m a soldier n-gga

[verse 1]
“he signed with dre, he gon’ sell
will he do a mill plus or will he end up in jail?”
get real close to the speaker, i got a story to tell
he went from the front porch to the cover of double x-l
i took one in the heart, i’m ready to die
and all this hennesey will make a n-gga crash the g5
catch me at a stop sign n-gga i ain’t drunk
i’m gangsta i pop mine and leave you eyeing the pump
tie your f-ggot -ss up let you die in the trunk
i’m from westside compton n-gga i ain’t a punk
streets is talkin’, is he from cali? is he from queens?
do he ghost for p. diddy, can he write me a sixteen?
did he take 5 shots? is he a blood or a crip?
ridin’ through the cpt my hood painted on the bricks
and i’mma die with a empty clip, ’cause i’m a ghetto boy
i just rap a lot like j-prince

[verse 2]
in ’99 i studied the chronic inside out
ate doggystyle for breakfast, lunch was reasonable doubt
i ain’t know how to count bars, i was writin’ on napkins
high as f-ck i wrote my first sixteen to illmatic
i was in the hood fightin’ with n-ggas, over who the best mc
ice-cube, snoop dogg or xzibit (pac, and pac)
and how the east been makin’ a k!llin’
since them long beach n-ggas walked in new york and crushed the buildings
then this marcy project n-gga came and stole the crown
right after the king of n.y. had got shot down
ten years later i’m in harlem k!llin’ them mixtapes
they like me, i want ’em to love me like they love ma$e
but holla in l.a them n-ggas’ll tell ya they hate me
and the plan is to catch me with my gun on safety
n-gga i’m still breathin’, i ain’t dead
next time you try to k!ll me put one in my head

[verse 3]
before jimmy iovine the kid was in ivs
these b-tch n-ggas tried to take my life for five gs
i was in the projects, two o’clock in the mornin’
playin’ madden, n-ggas kicked in the door and start blastin’
n-gga i’m a gangsta, i don’t need no pity
i just sit inside the ferarri and roll up a philly
and i been compared to shyne like shyne was compared to biggie
i’m from compton he from new york city
come on really you gotta be kiddin’
ain’t n0body biggie but biggie
but i’m a six figi n-ggie, and i know fifty
but that don’t mean i can get you backstage at awards
or cause you went to highschool i’mma take you on tour
’cause he got two bodyguards he can’t get hit with the four
and ’cause he wear a vest don’t make him 2pac shakur
when you see me in the streets, ain’t no security guards
no l.a.p.d, no bullet proof cars, i’m a gangsta!

- the game lyrics

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