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SongMeanings | Lyrics | Eminem - Soldier
Eminem x4 . . Laa laa la la la laa . Yo . . [Verse 1] . . Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns . Never was a gangster, til I graduated to one . And got the rep of a villian. For weapon concealing, took 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 your saying in your raps what you do . So they feel, it's part of ya obligation to forefill . If they see you on the streets face to face are you real? . In confrontation ain't no conversation if you feel . Your in violation in any hesitation'll you killed . If you feel it, kill it ,if you 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'll violate, and all the motherfucking bet's be off . I'm a lit fuse, anything I do, bitbh it's 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 him and come back, and again I kick dirt in them . It's like pouring salt in the wounds, assault and get sued . You can smell the lawsuits as soon as I walks in the room . Everybody haults and stops, calls the cops . All you see is bitches coming out their halter tops . Running and ducking out to the Hot Rocks parkin lot. You'll all get shot, whether it's your fault or not, cuz. . [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 could do it . Don't even try, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it . Don't ever run your life trying to knock the truest . I spit the illest shit, ever been dropped to drop to two inch . So ticky-tock, 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 jearsey . '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 adversity. . [Chorus]" />
