Soldier

[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? Bitch I'll meet you in hell Make the wrong move and motherfucker you sleepin' in shells We got bloods and crips Sluts, 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 shit Make some crazy bands Robbed and lit Insane shit, clockin' ya grip It's hard to understand you nigga when I'm cuttin' your lip Smokin' a splif Three cars and a bitch in the whip Call em' "Kluk Klux Klan" You ain't gonna do shit These other rappers be suspicious They just pleadin' the Fifth Cocky and missed In other words I'm snatchin' your bitch Hop in a whip Takin' money, read up on the eighth Fuck them niggas 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 shit 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 shit Cause I'm tryin' to get these papers son The Declaration? I be shittin' on that shit Toilet paper on this rap Cause you know I'm in this bitch Like a, Jimmy Neutron brain blast All these fuckin' ideas I don't give a fuck I be touchin' like I'm mindless