[Intro]
Ghetto soldiers, ghetto soldier
This ain't never
[Verse 1: B.A.R.T.]
It's too much sadness
Blacks killing blacks every minute
My folks that passed, I'm dropping they ass like some broken dishes
Hennessy filled up to the brim, [?] was my nigga
Victim of a trigga
So I steal, smoked in the hood
Wrapped tight between my lips lies a spliff so it's all good
[?] smoke got me trizzapin
Homies in the cut giggling
Now about the time when the chronic scent was reekin'
Ridin' through the twamp with my truck, comin' out from my weekends
Doin' time [?] broadway, saturdays and sundays
Cleaning up stuff on the freeway
Then back to two eight, to the spot where the block made them hot
Look [?] that'll lock ya down like lost and found in a ditch
Major scholarship for cracking fools and breaking heads
It was [?] that we did get much older
He was a ghetto soldier
[Chorus]
Ghetto soldier, ghetto soldier
Ghetto soldier, he's a ghetto soldier
[Verse 2: Keak da Sneak]
Now as I sit back and pour this brew, we had fights as we grew
Even play for B double U
He was alrighty but batted on this left
We used to sit in the [?] and smoke blunts to the eight, none left
Me [?] and [?]
Paris, caught that nigga DB
Everythang was fine [?]
[?] with [?] and went [?]
Drove back to seven fo, popped the top
That nigga [?] was in the piece shot
Didn't even live to see my tape drop
In the wrong place at the wrong time, got popped
Sometimes [?] reminiscing, glance
My niggas didn't even get a second chance
Now you know, now you, now you know
That whole [?] is gonna blow so nigga act like you didn't know
My heart dropped every time I pass seven fo
Cause [?] ain't even there but you don't hear me though
Sometimes I sit by his gravesite and drink gin
Didn't even get to tell my nigga "Aight then"
Rest in peace, Big Del
He was a soldier
[Chorus]
Ghetto soldier, ghetto soldier
Ghetto soldier, he's a ghetto soldier
[Verse 3: Agerman]
Back in 91 I was slangin' rocks on the block just for fun
With my nine in my lap, with a boogie bang in my left
Back in the days we was gettin' paid
The best boys, chillin', stackin' cash up to the ceiling
My cousin and my cousin and my cousin James too
But to my cousins so I'm pouring out a little brew
I got that finger that's eager to pull the trigga
So why did they have to smoke my nigga
I got a call at 12 o'clock that said my cousin was shot
When to the hospital, it was so critical
My family ran out the hospital cryin'
The tears was droppin' but are they paid, wasn't stoppin'
Hopped in the blocks yeah but brother like me was goin' crazy
It was me and [?] then we went to pick up Tracy
Went back to the spot where my cousin got shot
It was all bloody red, went straight to my head
My cousins [?] was not the type to player hate
But he was the type to hop it in the [?] down to 88
And now it's 1993 plus four
And I still can't let it go
He was a soldier
[Chorus]
Ghetto soldier, ghetto soldier
Ghetto soldier, he's a ghetto soldier
Ghetto soldier, ghetto soldier
Ghetto soldier, ghetto soldier
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