Eminem – Soldie

Eminem – Soldie

I’m a soldier

I’m a soldier

Da da da da da

I’m a soldier

I’m a soldier

Yo

Verse #1

Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns

Never was a gangster, ’til I graduated to one

And got the rap of a villian, for weapon consealinTook the image of a thug kept shit appealing

willin to stick out my neck for respect if it meant life or death

Never lived to regret what I said

When your me, people just wanna see if its true

If it’s you, what you say in your raps is what you do

So they feel, it’s part of ya obligation to forefill

When they see you on the streets face to face are you for real?

The confrontation ain’t no conversation if you feel

Your in violation, any hesitation’ll get you killed

If you feel it, kill it, if you can conceal it, reveal it

Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets

Pull it, squeeze it, ’til its empty, tempt me, push me, pussies

I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze

Chorus

I’m a soldier

These shoulders hold up so much

They wont budge, I’ll never fall or fold up

I’m a soldier

Even if my collar bones crush or crumble

I will never slip or stumble

I’m a soldier

These shoulders hold up so much

They wont budge, I’ll never fall or fold up

I’m a soldier

Even if my collar bones crush or crumble

I will never stumble

Verse #2

I love pissing you off, it get’s me off

Like my lawyers, when the fucking judge lets me off

All you motherfuckers gotta do is set me off

I’m violating. All the motherfucking bet’s be off

I’m a lit fuse, anything I do bitch is news

Pistol whipping mother fucker bouncer 6’2″

Who needs bullets? As soon as I pull it

You sweat bullets an excellent method to get rid of the next bully

It’s actually better, cause instead of you murdering

You can hurt ’em then come back again and kick dirt in them

It’s like pouring salt in your wounds, assault and get sued,

You can smell the lawsuits as soon as I waltz in the room

Everybody’s hearts just stop, they call the cops

All you see is bitches coming out their halter tops

Running and ducking at the Hot Rock’s parking lot

You’ll all get shot, whether its your fault or not

Chorus

Verse #3

I spit it slow so these kids know that I’m talking to em

Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em

I’m like a thug, with a little bit of ‘Pac influence

I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rocking to it

You mother fuckers could never do it like I can do it

Don’t even try, you’ll look stupid, do not pursue it

Don’t ever in your life trying to knock the truest

I spill the illicit shit ever, could drive me to it

So ticcy toc, listen as the sound ticks on the clock

Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on the cock

Listen to the sound of me spilling my heart through this pen

Mother fuckers know that I’ll never be Marshall again

Full of controversy, until I retire my jersey

‘Til the fire inside dies and expires at 30

And Lord have mercy on anymore of these rappers that verse me

And put a curse on authorities, in the face of diversity

Chorus

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