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By: Eminem

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I'm a soldier X4

Verse 1
Yo... Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns, Never was a gangsta, till I
graduated to one/And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin'. Took the
image of a thug, kept shit appealin'/willin' to stick out my neck, for respect
if it meant life or death, never live to regret what I said/when you're me,
people just want to see, if its true, if its you, what you say in your rap's,
what you do/ so they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill, when they see
you on the streets, face to face, are you for real/in confrontation ain't no
conversation, if you feel you're in violation, any hesitation'll get 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/ till its empty, tempt me,
push me, pussies, I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze...

I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won't 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 won't
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 pissin' you off, it gets me off, like my lawyers, when the fuckin' judge
lets me off/all you motherfuckas gotta do is set me off, I'll violate and all
the motherfuckin' bets be off/I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bitch is news,
pistol whippin' motherfuckin' bouncers, six-two, who needs bullets?/ Soon as I
pull it, you sweat bullets, an excellent method to get rid of the next
bully/It's actually better cause instead you murderin', you can hurt em' and
come back again and kick dirt at em/it's like pourin' salt in the wounds,
assault and get sued, you can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the
room/everybody halts and stops, calls the cops, all you see is bitches comin'
out their halter tops/runnin' and duckin' out to the Hot Rocks parking lot,
you'll all get shot whether its your fault or not, cus...


Verse 3
I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin' 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 rockin' to it/you
motherfuckas could never do it like I could do it, don't even try it, you'll
look stupid, do not pursue it/don't ever in your life, try to knock the truest,
I spit the illest shit, ever been dropped to two inch/ so ticky-tock listen as
the sound ticks on the clock, listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a
cock/listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen, motherfuckers
know that I'll never be Marshall again/Full of controversy until I retire my
jersey, till the fire inside dies and expires at thirty/and Lord have mercy on
any more of these rappers that verse me, and put a curse on authorities in the
face of adversity/I'm a...


Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left X4

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