Soldier To A General

Napolean - Verse 1]

Yo, it's gettin colder with time, Thug rollers with rhymes

Gotta look out for the spineless, marchin with mines

Outlawz on the grind, in the back of my mind

Gotta watch out for the one-time all the time

Lot of fights on the block, so I walk with my glock

First head get hot, gettin shot on the spot

It's a sticky sitch-e-ation, tryin to duck to hatin

Fuckin with my family, I get worse than Satan

Turnin niggaz out, at a young age

It's what my life story's about, I ain't afraid

Turnin in the water, gaspin' for air

But I'm in the air at the same time, searchin for land

It's the life of a man, without no parents to call

Had to learn right and wrong when it's on, fuck all y'all

Walkin through the cemetery talkin to the dead

Conversation we gonna keep between us, heard what he said

Think about the niggaz that can't make it to see tomorrow

Left his family all alone cause he got hit by the lead

Drama on the streets is what the Outlawz fed

And if your ass get out of line, you got a price on your head

[Chorus - Young Noble]

I was born all alone, I'mma die all alone (yeah)

So I ride all alone, from a soldier to a general

I taught myself, went to court myself (uh-huh)

Made a choice, from a soldier to a general

A boy to a man, ain't nobody give a damn (fuck that!)

Live the streets without nobody, from a soldier to a general

We was raised around criminals, and played around criminals

The game of a criminal, from a soldier to a general

[Kastro - Verse 2]

I walk around with the weight of the world

Faith in my shotty since I made it my girl (love you)

Oh! Somebody save me please, I've been

Brought up amongst these scram blest thieves and

All they can show me is I fight with my muscle and (uh-huh)

I'd do anything for these stripes in the struggle and

Happiness is Hennessey, mixes, and bitches and I'm all about my riches

From a small time grinder to a timer am I

Scandalous mind is a constant reminder of the

Evil these men do, struggle contend you

Lord, what you got your boy all into

I must be mental, I must by psycho

Crazy deranged and my brains with a rifle

That's the price we pay to have life today

Will I have it any other way? No Way (oh)

[E.D.I. Mean - Verse 3]

Seems like my addiction to the streets been a life long one

I chose to wrong damn crease

See momma work her fingers to the bone to make me a happy home

But I chose the wrong, steppin out on my own

Intrigued by them big-league niggaz with the blow

See my first dead man as a kid in eighty-four

Seen crack come and turn bums to millionaires

Turn and die a bitch out, oh, and now she don't care

Something bought the ghetto in the Summer, make niggaz tougher

Niggaz die to be fresh, so we all turn to hustlas

Some stuck with it, some really couldn't fuck with it

Some trust the wrong, and now they gone

Them flowers for the dead, all the powers in my head

I give a fuck what them cowards said, I'm all about my bread

Struggle love to, huh, hustle ball to

From a soldier to a general, nigga you better let em through

Chorus

[Young Noble - Verse 4]

I grew up, like every other kid in the ghetto

Up the hill on my mountain bike, struggle to peddle

I was a freshman with no medals

But I earned my stripes

Wrong turns made me burn my life

Got a comment 'fore you walk soldier, follow the rules

Be a leader when I see you, don't follow the crew

There's only one way to live and one way to die

One way to fail and one way to try

My eyes bloodshot from the drugs on the block

And my thugs on the block got slugs for the cops

My moms loves my pops but she hurtin herself

Laid off, so she broke, not workin herself

On my own at fifteen, learnin the ropes quick

Had to eat so I hustled, turnin my coat quick

I ain't no shit, only how to be a criminal

But plan to expand from a soldier to a general