Soldier lyrics

[Verse 1: D. Lynch]
Welcome to the home of the brotherly love
You crips covered with bugs
Ya hands covered in blood
Ya chest covered with slugs
This blocks covered with thugs
Leave your dreams
Busted up and drug through the mud
It's just a trip to the middle of the old hood block
Fallen soldiers scattered fiends for that good-good rock
You either payin' or you runnin'
Yeah, you trickin' or you stuntin'
If you frontin' little homie then you could get shot
(?) project son
Yo where my fiends at?
San Diego county yo where the weed at?
Cops and politicians wear the wrong colors
And you sleepin' in shelves
Paint a preacher in bells
Said they sleepin' in cells?
b*tch I'll meet you in hell
Make the wrong move and motherf*cker you sleepin' in shells
We got bloods and crips
sl*ts, thugs, and trips
Hollywood where the hustlas be bustin' their clips
C'mon
[Chorus: J-Cast]
Soldier
Carry guns like an (?MRAP?)
Up on the show, up on the block
Check ya dog-tags
Soldier
I'm heard you boys don't like me
I onto somethin'
Cause they always wanna fight me
[x2]

[Verse 2: J-Cast]
I'm always thinkin'
Who here really wanna kill me man?
Don't talk homie, raise ya hand
My crew strapped
Phones tapped
With the blades in hand
I think I'm going through some sh*t
Make some crazy bands
Robbed and lit
Insane sh*t, clockin' ya grip
It's hard to understand you n*gga when I'm cuttin' your lip
Smokin' a splif
Three cars and a b*tch in the whip
Call em' "Kluk Klux Klan"
You ain't gonna do sh*t
These other rappers be suspicious
They just pleadin' the Fifth
c*cky and missed
In other words I'm snatchin' your b*tch
Hop in a whip
Takin' money, read up on the eighth
f*ck them n*ggas who be talkin'
Man, I stay up to date
Watchin' the news
The public want me stuck in my blues
Feedin' the truth
That's why I'm here stuck in this booth
Violence overcomin' violence, I'm just speakin' the truth
Speakin' to you
These cops runnin' and killin' us too
[Chorus]
Soldier
Carry guns like an (?MRAP?)
Up on the show, up on the block
Check ya dog-tags
Soldier
I heard you boys don't like me
I'm onto somethin'
Cause they always wanna fight me
[x2]

[Verse 3: Prince Kojo]
Get me in the streets
I'm in my room
Writin' all these laps to rap
Real sh*t to get the cheese
Like I'm Ratatouille
But Louie-Louie learned in middle school
And I'm in this high school phase
Now I'm college with this sh*t
Cause I'm tryin' to get these papers son
The Declaration?
I be sh*ttin' on that sh*t
Toilet paper on this rap
Cause you know I'm in this b*tch
Like a, Jimmy Neutron brain blast
All these f*ckin' ideas
I don't give a f*ck
I be touchin' like I'm mindless