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2Pac - Soldier Like Me (aka Return of the Soulja) lyrics
(feat. Eminem) [Intro: Tupac] So what I wanna do, hopefully is... I wanna be, uhm not a wannabe I am Tupac Shakur! Tupac! 2005! Guess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back G-G-Guess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me [Verse 1: Tupac] Posse deep as I role through the streets Motherfuck the police as we creep, in our Jeeps Layin so long you think I'm asleep But at the slightest beef, I'm robbin niggaz through the teeth And OPD can get the dick if they play tuffy Last time them niggaz rushed me, I aint bust but now I'm touchy Trust me, aint nothing jumpin but these buck shots Them niggaz got enough knots, I'm poppin corrupt cops Ya motherfuckaz catch a hot one You wanted to start a problem, now you coward cops have got one And there's no prison that can hold a Motherfuckin soulja, ready to role and take control So now I jack 'em while they sleepin Role to the door, through a grenade in the precinct Some people panic, brothers bugged out I had to keep poppin, cuz wouldn't stop until they rugged out And they vest don't protect from the head wounds Reload ammunitions and them bitches will be dead soon Smoke rising from the barrel of my shotty I finally got revenge, now count the bodies 20 cops, one for every year in jail Tryin to keep a nigga down, but ya failed Before I let ya take me, I told ya Fuck being trapped, I'm a soulja [Chorus: Eminem] I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin You aint? [Verse 2: Tupac] It's Tupac in the mad bitch In them six-'fo, rag on them thangs, that's a bad bitch Gettin ghosts on them bitches in the town Bustin out the backseat, nigga when we clown Homie is you down? B got the strap and she anxious Hurry up 'fo she spank shit Commin round the corners, spittin rounds They payin homie down Caught them sucka ass bitches outta bounce Now tell me how that sound? A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day Now tell me how that sound? A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day Stinkin BIATCH! [Chorus: Eminem] I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's called courage It don't come from no liquor bottle, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon I don't walk around like no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person I don't try to act like you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin You aint? (Tupac) [Outro: Tupac] Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me Everywhere I see, a soulja a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me. |
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