Songs About / On: SOLDIER

God is great, God is good
He guards your neighborhood
Though it's generally understood
Not quite the way you would
You try to take the slack read more »

[the pogues’ version]
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It’s of a gentleman soldier
As sentry he did stand
He saluted a fair maiden
By a waiving of his hand
So then he boldly kissed her
And he passed it off as a joke
He drilled her up in the sentry box
Wrapped up in a soldier’s cloke read more »

I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
Da da da da da dada
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
Yo

[Verse #1]
Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns
Never was a gangster, until I graduated into one
And got the rep of a villian, for weapon consealin'
Took the image of a thug kept shit appealing
Will it stick out my neck with 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 of forefill
If they see you on the streets face to face are you for real?
The compitation ain't no compisation if you feel
Your in violation, any hesitation? it'll get you killed
If you feel it, kill it, 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'll violate, and all the motherfucking bet's be off
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do just gets news
Pistol whipping mother fucker bouncer 6'2"
Who needs bullets? As soon as I pull it
You sweat bullets and excellent that method to get rid of the next bully
It's actually better, cause instead of you murdering
You can heard of me come back, and again I kick dirt in them
Mr. pooring salt in your wounds, assault and get sued,
You can smuggle lawsuits as soon as I walks in the room
Everybody's hearts just stops, they call the cops
All you see is bitches coming out their halter tops
Running and ducking up at 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 can never do it like I can do it
Don't even try, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it
Don't ever run your life trying to knock the truse
I spit the illest shit ever, could drive me to it
So tic and 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 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 diversity

[Chorus]

Go left, go left, go left right left
Go left, go left, go left right left
Go left, go left, go left right left
Go left, go left, go left right left


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(Intro [Master P])
What's up niggas and bitches.
It's the muthafuckin kisarme.
It's No Limit, Master P.
Im'a introduce y'all to the muthafuckin, read more »

Young boy soldier's got everything he needs
He's got a gun on his shoulder
and a badge on his sleeve
He's got boots and grenades
and knitted mittens that his mother made him read more »

Written and composed by michael jackson, james harris iii and terry lewis.
Produced by michael jackson and jimmy jam & terry lewis. read more »

T’amo e tremo
Disse la donna
Al suo soldato
Che non tornava
La sua voce
Nel vento correva
Sopra la neve
Dove lui combatteva read more »

Once in a town in the black forest a little white toy-shop stood.
And the little tin soldier with only one leg lived in a castle of wood.
And across the room on another shelf stood a little glass case,
And a tiny ballerina lived in there all in her dress of lace.
And from where the little tin soldier stood they could see each other so clear read more »

Written and Composed by Michael Jackson, James Harris III and Terry Lewis.
Produced by Michael Jackson and Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis.
He got kicked in the back
He say that he needed that
He hot willed in the face read more »

See the Stars Surrounding Space
A Subtle Secret Symphony
Seekers Sit in Silence
While Some Spy Swears Secrecy read more »