Life of a Ghetto Soldier - Bencil & Mr G

Louie Rankin & Maintain) Ghetto soldier, ghetto soldier, Rebel soldier, rebel soldier, ghetto soldier, rebel soldier I was brought up on the block with the hustlers and killa fiends and the killas with no soul. See on the block every chick got a whole lotta fuzz in'em screamin for the po-po Ya my papa was a legend but lemme tell you somethin bout me, I was raised up poor And I'm my hood nobody gave a muthafuck about you ya befriend the pen. My childhood, many bitches on the corner sippin guiness [? ] don't let my name go. Carry a chip on my shoulder, bout the size of texas you want drama playas sayin no more Ya I'm a product of the street labeled a menace to society, how the fuck would they know Don't be so quick to point the finger when really you gonna shit it by me. Soldier release and reload. I know I told ya when you fuckin with me just know ya fuckin with a ghetto soldier, I know I told ya when you fuckin with me just know ya fuckin with a Rebel soldier You can never pretend like I don't exsist, I'm in the mist of the thugs, and I'm huggin the block shootin and never miss. Who in the hell is this, witness never make it, no evidence. Snitchin is not allowed in my residence, born in this ghetto storm talk it walk it do it all in teh ghetto form soldiers born and lose more than a leg or arm, paper chase it doin a million miles an hour, live for the moment cause I'm knowin this could be my last hour. Got the flower to bloom, got the power to boom. Get ya high as the moon but with these cowards I'm doomed I'm a goon show mistakes there ain't no room for ya ain't no errors cause the sherriffs got a room for ya they don't scare us because the terrors increases the crime rate in the seasons see americas most wanted on your tv's ghetto soldiers they don't know it but we here to keep your poppin this song keep tighten up they hide your johnny cockren is gone Gotta do whatcha gotta do with the circumstances given liven life as a ghetto soldier. It seems the jefferson and demons and the police uniforms and they searchin for ghetto kids to murder. I was here to survive when they came to trash the ones who took the note to protect'em from every corner with? . This systems hittin the gutters baby hungry daddy lookin at? Baby daddy eat so daddys gotta risk his life, this ghetto livin is the closest to the single shot [? ]

Welcome to the soldier side Where there's no one here but me People all grow up to die There is no one here but me

Another page in the diary of a soldier Dead body freeze in a morgue it ain't a pleasant aroma They say the population dropping side effects of corona Lil' one fifteen with a thirty on him ain't scared of that corner He's been stressing to relief it stuff a wood marijuana I know zombies in real life I served a few am I wrong or right? I bought for two sold for five to keep a roof and running lights Make a sale or be locked in one, had my mama waiting for me overnight If you wanna survive you better learn to fight, If you want respect you gotta earn the right C.V. gave me a couple rocks had a tan to it that butterscotch Fast forward shit came and went, found a laptop I turned up a notch With J.T. and Dee in the Red Tops trying to figure how to get a Rollie watch Shoes talking I was fucked up now I be the one the whole world watch Stuffing cans in a trash bag as a younging I want me money Flip a nigga quick going toe to toe if he thought I was sweet like some honey Through the dark times I had hope it'll turn around and then it'll be sunny Ain't got enough til I can't count it I'm gone stack it 'til it's over runny Listening waters when I shower how I meditate Scars on top of my skin and on my mind can't bear to hesitate I had to jump right in get bruised 'cause nobody would educate It's like I'm in a prison got release but I don't know the date I woke up ready locked and I'm loaded, I get to it I'm wedded devoted Watch my temper can't move on emotion, won't destroy me I can't be corroded If you do some bullshit that wasn't one hundred trust and believe me it's noted Every once in awhile was in need of some help overall on the water I floated My mind and the pain that I been through is hard to part the two You tried to fuck us over it backfired that wasn't smart for you Scheming on whoever, however, that shit's a art for you I could show how to fish but you rather me fill a cart for you For the law that I live and I die by some shit I can't even compress If you on attack I can't lie when it happens I gotta address Flashing out lately really been tempted got some anger inside compressed Gotta take what you know then pimp it you a fool to do anything less Stuffing cans in a trash bag as a younging I want me money Flip a nigga quick going toe to toe if he thought I was sweet like some honey Through the dark times I had hope it'll turn around and then it'll be sunny Ain't got enough til I can't count it I'm gone stack it 'til it's over runny Listening waters when I shower how I meditate Scars on top of my skin and on my mind can't bear to hesitate I had to jump right in get bruised 'cause nobody would educate It's like I'm in a prison got release but I don't know the date

She say she wan snap my photo Say she wan chop my dodo Baby oo But we gotta keep it on the low o Say we gotta keep it on the low She say she chop my dodo Say she wan snap my photo But we gotta keep it on the low o Say we gotta keep it on the low I say Ah! I Dey for your back o Even if for emergency See I no go fall your hand o Hand o I say Ah! I Dey for your back o I dey for your back oo Even if for emergency See I no go fall your hand o Hand o yea eh Say make you stop to dey front Make you gum my body oo Say na your back Ibadi dey cure my konji oo It's been a long time coming I dey wait for your body oo And I no fit shout Make you gum my body You do me konji oh oh oh With this your body oh oh oh You do me konji oh oh oh eh yah You do me konji oh oh oh With this your body oh oh oh You do me konji oh oh oh eh yah Bring the thing dey come my way Bring the thing dey come my way My baby oo Na only you fit cure my craze Na only you fit stop my craze oo Bring the thing dey come my way Bring the thing dey come my way My baby oo Na only you fit cure my craze Na only you fit stop my craze oo I say Ah! I Dey for your back o Even if for emergency See I no go fall your hand o Hand o I say Ah! I Dey for your back o I dey for your back oo Even if for emergency See I no go fall your hand o Hand o yea eh Someone call 911 419 she got me Saw her at the party Look what you done started Ahhhh You got me on fire You Emergency You got me on fi-ah Won soro Won soro mi ni ita ah ah ah Won soro Won soro wa si ita ah ah ah Won soro Won soro mi ni ita ah ah Won soro Won soro wa si ita ah ah ah ah I say Ah! I Dey for your back o Even if for emergency See I no go fall your hand o Hand o I say Ah! I Dey for your back o Even if for emergency See I no go fall your hand o Hand o yea eh I say Ah! I Dey for your back o Even if for emergency See I no go fall your hand o Hand o I say Ah! I Dey for your back o Even if for emergency See I no go fall your hand o Hand o yea eh

(Feat. Mr. Malik) (Warren G) This DJ, he gets down Mixing records while he go round To the Hip to the Hop you just dont stop Producing funky tracks till it makes you drop Conjunction junction, whats my function I'm hookin up tracks so that niggaz can function Its not Pete Rock or that nigga Dr. Dre Its this muthafuckin nigga from around the way The one who brings you styles on timesy, whymsy Thats why its so hard to find me Conduction, construction when I bust choo choo, bustas Its a must when I bust when I bust, I gotta come correct The R to the E to the S-P-ect architect Yup nigga no I'm not tweakin Its one of the 16 minds that I'm speaking The W-A the double R the E into the uhh A-B-C-D-E-F to the muthafuckin G Ooh shit as I flex I wrecks I checks So whats next (Mr. Malik) Oh who's next, to catch flack on the menu I snap necks when I flex let me continue Send you, on a mission when I rock It goes on and on and on and you know it dont stop Yes I'm back on another route, ready to take em all out Now can't get with this, cuz they get faded without a doubt Check em, I wreck em like 1-2-3 why They can't fuck with that rude one Malik Will I drop, can't stop it, lit it up like a rocket When they get out of line I grip the nine out my pocket Lock it down, yeah thats what I do How could you come solo nigga when I run through ya whole crew I rule, fool, act like you heard it The one I run with, can't remember the last he murdered Dem do away or them get dealt with Give the noise I want silence, no bubbaclad bullshit Nigga, its all about my grip So the one who starts to slip is the one who gets ripped Kept a chip on my shoulder not now that I'm older They, all of me, the LBG high roller Cuz back in the days on the side where we sat Niggaz a come up missin if they didn't have they strap So why, try to be, like me Just when you pull back a G and I think I'm Mr. Malik (Chorus) Well if the beat is funkadelic then the tune is right Mr. Malik and Warren G so tonights the night that we spark We spark in the dark when we do it in the park (Mr. Malik) Well its the A to the B (And the C to the D) Hey my name is Mr. Malik with that DJ Warren G (Mr. Malik can you hear me) Yes I'm the host with the most they can't get close or even near me (I said a tick, tock, tickin to the Era) I said a pick which glock bitches get shot its still terror (Terror, terror, pick which glock) Which one? (the black one with the big pin lock) Me and Dre and the fly honey so those who wanna get dropped Nigga go knock, knock I trick a flow non-stop Fly double I never slip trip or flip flop The tune is funkadelic, the crew was right But if Malik will make ya smell it then tonights the night For me to stay trump tight Up with my nigga Warren G Thats sorrow when you borrow but you can't be oweing me Whats next (Warren G) Woo! I say whats next, whats next whats N-X-E-T Its me, Warren to the muthafuckin G Flowin with my little homey named Malik Yes, everybody will just tweak Off the new style ill ease that we got Yes, its me Warren G on the block Pump pump, block glock, let me just tick tock Its me Warren G on the muthafuckin rock n roll Stroll, then stiff back to the rap Its me with the big black mack 11 strap So let me uhh flix into the flex Woo! So whats next (Chorus) Well if the beat is funkadelic then the tune is right Mr. Malik and Warren G so tonights the night that we spark Cuz we spark in the dark when we do it in the park