Hip Hop Soldier

I'm a hip hop soldier I'm a hip hop soldier All you wanna be gangsters driving Volkswagens Chillin' at the high schools, broke but braggin' Under-educated, your style is dated You talk behind my back and your rope's gold-plated But I'm back to take revenge, my beat will never end I'll drill your midsection 'til your body starts to bend Like a pistol, I'm a smokin' I'm crushin', not jokin' Rippin' sissies for a pastime and no, I'm never chokin' I blow away suckers with the flicker of my index It's not brass monkey, it's a natural reflex Cold ghetto tactics making suckers holler A vicious motherfucker with a rope around my collar I carry lots of cash, I whip a sucker's ass I drive a big Caddy and I pull the trigger fast Down at Arnold's on the Ave., I'm fighting to the death I let you sock me in my chest and then I break your damn neck I got the cold beats rippin', your needle's not skippin' So many damn weapons that the military's trippin' People in Seattle hate me 'cause I'm not like the hood But you rock heads wish that you could be a hip hop soldier I'm a hip hop soldier Now, let's get one thing straight, my weapons are great Your.22 automatic suckers are late Got a quarter moon clip and a Smith & Wesson I'm about to give you rooty-boos a cold gun lesson I'm the wizard of mayhem, master of destruction Got a.44 Mag with a blunt instruction Page one says, "Open." Page two says, "Feel." Page three says "Cock." Page four says, "Kill." A mini.14 for combat dress A 30 round clip and I ain't takin' no mess 'Cause I'm a rough aggressor, a camouflage dresser My M16 has a flash suppressor This Sturly MK VI, it's funny but it hits It looks sideways but the sucker will kick I pack a dangerous Beretta, kinda small but it's good Some of you wanna-be's wish that you could be a hip hop soldier I'm a hip hop soldier Now, I'm about to get ghost, so I better clean up I'm not advocatin' crime but you gotta get tough I don't believe in gun control, the theory is proven Give a criminal a gun and your public is losin' So you gotta fight back 'cause the pig ain't black No protection in your section, now it's time to act A.22 won't do, you need rapid fire I'm a ammo collector, not a dumb gun buyer Big battle rifles can make a sucker's day You mess around with Mix-A-Lot, you might get blown away Wearin' five gold rings, never intimidated In Seattle, they are jealous 'cause a brother has made it But they don't mess with me 'cause they might get iced I'm not a gay rapper, I don't like to get nice The devil made me do it and I wanna be good Don't you rooty-boos wish that you could be a hip hop soldier? I'm a hip hop soldier I'm a hip hop soldier I'm runnin' hollow point bullets in my.38 So if you plan to get ill, you better stay in your place 'Cause I'm not a game player, I'm just a rhyme sayer My vigilante group includes my mayor I pack two Uzi's 'cause they stop all crime You might get yours but don't let me get mine I never beat women, romance is better If a freak wants to leave, boy, you might as well let her West Coast rappers, we all bust hard When we're chillin' on the set, we never need a bodyguard People in Seattle hate me 'cause I'm not like the hood Some of you wanna-be's wish that you could be a hip hop soldier I'm a hip hop soldier I'm a hip hop soldier