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Paris Street Soldier

black man or another fool? Cause I'm comin full grown, and bitch you can take that wannabe G (shit) back home Understand that it's on, like I told ya Foolin with a street soldier

I'm on the road alone, headlights in the dark I never ever ratted, kept my mouth shut Bad karma all around and I'm running out of luck Next soldier wants

roll - soldier fo life fo' sho Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom This is how we ride and roll - soldier fo life fo' sho [x2] [Paris] We come back to

deaths, but a soldier dies once, incarcerated, menatatin like a monk, wit visions of prisons, for livin life do or die on the street, man doubtin

one of the 42 million black people who are the victims of America [Paris] Aiyyo we all in together now, all in together now Hard truth soldierin, hard truth soldier

x2: Paris] What they say, You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah Straight Hard Truth Soldier Believe, You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah Straight Hard Truth Soldier [Verse 4: Paris

day I watch it, and listen, and call 'em all suckas' They warnin' me about Osama or whatever Picture me buyin' this scam I said "never" You in tune to a Hard Truth soldier

beastie Cause on the street they do as we influenced by what we see And yes it "Weighs a Ton" I say it once again That's why the Enemy is down with Paris

war's soldiers, hangin' in halls gettin' over City niggaz who for blood money rockin' Rovers Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket In the streets