Street Soldier

Here we go here we go it's another one of them thangs

Niggaz better recognize that I'm wise and I'm fin

to make it known that I'm still the one to call

each and every one of y'all out let's see who's real

and who's fake when it come to the funk

I'ma bring it to y'all live and direct and straight bumpin

I knew you was a bitch from the first take

No eye contact with the handshake

Couldn't relates to where I'm comin from, when I came through

with the truth, broken down on the first two

When I first asked the question if you was down

How many punk ass niggaz do I gotta clown?

With they ass to the sky, gettin stuck by

the devil in drag, let's see who play the fag

Will you wannabe G's please have a seat

Here we go again, nigga please!

Yeah it's all a part of growin up is what my momma told me

How many trick ass niggaz wanna try and mow me?

I guess I gotta be the one to buck

Put your house nigga ass in the dirt and won't give a (fuck)

Like I said, you're better off dead that you would be

if you try to do me, I'm looney, so sue me

Next time I rain on your world with the truth

A solider ain't nothin to fool with

"You can't see what I can see!" You.. can't see what I can see

"You can't see what I can see!" But you don't ever

"You can't see what I can see!" You can't see what I can see!

"You can't see what I can see!" Whoahaoaha-ahhhh!

One two three, it's the G-U-E

double-R, I, double-L, A, yellin mayday

Weeble with a street sweeper lookin for the beast

Had me thinkin that I'm less than a man and incomplete

Yo, and ever since I first started rhymin

You motherfu*kers wanna keep me down but I'm still climbin

You know I stay real to the end

Still fifteen deep on two freaks, I go tell a friend

I look around and all I see is these trick ass copycats

with they played out beats and they fake raps

And now I can't call it, it seem

everybody wanna be a dopehead or an alcoholic

So what you wanna do? Nigga do you wanna be

a strong black man or another fool?

Cause I'm comin full grown, and bitch

you can take that wannabe G (shit) back home

Understand that it's on, like I told ya

Foolin with a street soldier

"You can't see what I can see!" But you don't ever

Who's that nigga with the big black gat

that's lookin for the payback (lookin for the payback)

Still comin real it's the motherf*ckin bomb

P-Dog in the city that's (shitty) like Vietnam

But them mark ass niggaz want it soft

without ever understanding the plan to keep us fallin off

But you better recognize that it's war

Better recognize, black folk runnin out of time

But if you man enough jump nigga (jump nigga)

P-Dog got the pump in the trunk nigga

Better realize that it's much more to life

than (fuckin), two new shoes, and hisidin

It's like tryin to put a size twelve foot

in a size eight shoe, it just won't do

So act like you knew, and let a real nigga come through

From a street soldier to you, now

"You can't see what I can see!" Hey, you can't see what I can see!

"You can't see what I can see!" But you don't ever

"You can't see what I can see!" Oooh, you can't see what I can see!

"You can't see what I can see!" Oooh! Noaoaahhoooh!

"You can't see what I can see!" (4X)

[singer]

Music will make things, turn alright

and I will dance til the broad daylight

Check the flow, let it build in me

Cause I know your heartbeat and I'm here to freak

Alright! ... Alright! ... Alright!

Alright

[computer voice]

Aowww, this sounds familiar

Let me stick my nose in the mix

and see who do I smell, this time

Ahahahahaha