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EMINEM lyrics : "Soldier Like Me (feat. 2 Pac)"

[2Pac]
So what I'm gonna do, hopefully, is, I wanna be..
I-I don't wanna be I +am+, Tupac Shakur


{*vocal scratch: "guess who's back" - 4X*}


[2Pac - repeat 4X]
Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier
Everywhere I see, a soldier like me


[2Pac]
Posse deep as I roll through the streets

Mother$#&@ the police as we creep in our Jeeps
Layin so low you'd think I'm asleep
But at the slightest beef I'm robbin ^!$$%z of they teeth

And OPD can get the dick if they play toughy
Last time them ^!$$%z rushed me I ain't bust but now I'm touched
Trust me, ain't nuttin jumpin but these buckshots

A ^!$$%'s got enough knocks, I'm poppin at corrupt cops {*pow*}
Them mother$#&@ers catch a hot one
You wanted to start a problem now you coward cops have got one

And there's no prison that can hold ya
Mother$#&@ a soldier ready to roll or take control
So now I jack 'em while they sleepin

Roll to the door, throw a grenade in the precinct {*pin, explosion*}
Some people panic, brothers bugged out
I had to keep poppin cause there's no stoppin 'til they rubbed out

And they vest don't protect from the head wounds
Reload ammunitions and them (*##$es will be dead soon {*boom*}
Smoke risin from the barrel of my shotty

I finally got revenge now count the bodies
Twenty cops, one for every year in jail
Tryin to keep a ^!$$% down but you failed

Before I let you take me, I told ya
$#&@ bein trapped, I'm a soldier


[Chorus: Eminem]
I betcha that's how I got some things you ain't got
that's called courage, and it don't come

from no flick or bottle, it ain't scotch
It's not bourbon, I don't walk around
like no G cause that ain't me

I'm not that person, I don't try
to act like you do cause that ain't you
You just burpin, you ain't


[2Pac]
2Pac in the mad (*##$

In the six-fo' rag on them thangs, that's a bad (*##$
Gettin ghost on them (*##$es in the town
Bustin out the back seat ^!$$% when we clown

Homey is you down? D got the strap and she anxious {*click*}
Hurry up 'fore she spank %#@! {*tires peeling*}
Comin 'round the corner spittin rounds, they can't hold me down

Caught them sucker-ass (*##$es outta bounds
Now tell me how that sound, a double date laced with hate
Make 'em pray for the judgment day

Now tell me how that sound, a double date laced with hate
Make 'em pray for the judgment day - stinkin beotch!


[Chorus]

[2Pac] 2Pac


[2Pac - repeat 4X]
Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier

Everywhere I see, a soldier like me

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