I`m a hip hop soldier ...
I`m a hip hop soldier
All you wannabe gangstas, drivin` Volkswagons
Chillin` at the high schools, broke but braggin`
Under educated, your style is dated
You talk behind my back and your rope`s gold-plated
But I`m back to take revenge, my beef will never end
I`ll tear your midsection, `til your body start to bend
Like a pistol, I`m a smokin`
I`m crushin`, not jokin`
Whippin` sissies for a past time, and no I`m never chokin`
I blow away suckers with the flicker of my index
Not brass monkey, it`s a natural reflex
Go getter tactics, makin` suckers holla
A vicious motherfucker with a rope around my collar
I carry lots a cash, I whip a sucker`s ass
I drive a big Caddy, and I pull the trigger fast
Down at Arnold`s on the Ave, I fight `til the death
I let you suck my in my chest, and then I break your damn neck
I got the cold beats rippin`, your needle`s not skippin`
So many damn weapons that the military`s trippin`
People in Seattle hate me, cause I`m not like a hood
But you rock heads wish that you could
Be a hip hop soldier ...
I`m a hip hop soldier
Now let`s get one thing straight, my weapons are great
You 22 automatic suckers are late
Got a quarter Moon clip, and a Smith and Wesson
I`m about to give you roody-poos a cold gun lesson
I`m the wizard of mayhem, master of destruction
Got a 44 mag, with the blunt instructions
Page 1 says open, page 2 says feel
Page 3 says cock, page 4 says kill
A mini 14, full combat dress
A thirty round clip, and I ain`t takin` no mess
Cause I`m a rough eyegrasser, a camouflage dresser
My M16 has a flasher presser
My Sterling mark six , it`s funny but it hits
It looks sideways but the sucker will kick
A pack of dangerous beretta, kinda small but its good
Some of you wannabes wish that you could
Be a hip hop soldier
I`m a hip hop soldier
Now I`m about to get go, so I better clean up
I`m not avigatin` crime, but you gotta get tough
I don`t believe in gun control, the theory is proven
Give a criminal a gun, and your public is losin`
For you gotta fight back, cause the pigs ain`t black
No protection in your section, now it`s time to act
A 22 won`t due, you need rapid fire
I`m a ammo gum gun buyer
Big battle rifles, can make a suckers day
You mess around with me so lot, you might get blown away
Wearin` 5 gold rings, never intimidated
In Seattle they are jealous, cause a brother has made it
But they don`t mess with me, cause they might get Iked
I`m not a gay rapper, I don`t like to get knifed
The devil made me do it, and I wannabe good
Don`t you roody-poos wish that you could
Be a hip hop soldier ...
I`m a hip hop soldier ...
I`m a hip hop soldier ...
I`m runnin` hollow point bullets, in my 38
So if you plan to get ill, you better stay in your place
Cause I`m not a game player, I`m just a rhyme sayer
My vigilante group includes my mayor
I pack two uzis cause they stop all crime
You might get yours, but don`t let me get mine
I never beat woman, romance is better
If a freak wants to leave, boy you might as well let her
West coast rappers we all bust hard
When we chillin` on the set, we never need a bodyguard
People in Seattle hate me, cause I`m not like a hood
Some of you wannabes wish that you could
Be a hip hop soldier ...
I`m a hip hop soldier ...
I`m a hip hop soldier
