[Verse 1: Kymani] I was brought up on the block with the hustlers and dope fiends and the killas with no soul See on the block every chick got a whole lotta thug in em screamin fuck the po-po Ya my papa was a legend but lemme tell you a lil' somethin bout me, I was raised up poor In my hood nobody gave a muthafuck about who ya Befriend Defend ya home My childhood, Memories were on da corner sippin guiness burnin marijauna plexin on my name call 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 dont know shit bout me . soldier release and reload
[Hook x2: Kymani] 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
[Verse 2: Maintain] You can never pretend like I don't exist I'm in the mist of the thugs, and I'm huggin the block shootin and never miss. who in the hell is this Witneses 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 the ghetto form, soldiers born And lose more than a leg or arm, paper chase it doin a million miles per 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 live on your tv's ghetto soldiers they don't know it but we here to keep your poppin this song keep tighten up cause they'll hide ya johnny cockren is gone
[Verse 3: Kymani] Gotta do whatcha gotta do with the circumstances given liven life as a ghetto soldier It seems the devils 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 us from every corner we turn This systems hittin the gutters baby hurry daddy lookin at his 45 Baby gotta eat so daddys gotta risk his life, this ghetto livin is the closest to the suicide And its a give or take who knows maybe tonight we'll dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
