Street Credit
Call me saliva cuz I'm straight spitting
I shake like I'm snake bitten
Make all the moves that the fake didn't
I stay everyday pay gettin
Got fame got my name in the sky written
Wanna roll with me baby
I'm loaded like a 380
Keep it crackin stackin daily
For sho'ly in the rap game my name is holy
I'm peepin while you sleepin creepin slowly
I'm a heart stopped chart topper
I'm crazy
All the ladies call me baby papa
I'm the dean in the school of hard knocks
I don't give a damn I am what you are not
Buying up the car lot
Call me the Don Dada
Yeah you hot with what you got but I'm hotter
More magic than Harry Potter
I'm wasup you can't touch this brother
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I'm a soldier
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I thought I told ya
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I'm a soldier
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I thought I told ya
I keep the nine in the duffle
And start cappin when young whipper snappers start trouble
Make a phone call my niggas runnin on the double
To juice ya reduce ya to ya rubble
Like some bees I got Gs in a swarm
To touch the hand of the golden arm
The last one
Passed down from my father
Ruining doin the backstroke up under water
Now I got it poppin like the weasel
Breakin speed records
Doin shit that ain't feasible
I dont hear nothin but some bad news
Mind blowin goin nuts like some cashews
I blast you and ask you one question no guessing
Have you learned your lesson
Bring the heat and greet the Smith and Wesson
You niggas is pathetic
Mista Tony got the Street Credit
Street Credit
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I'm a soldier
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I thought I told ya
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I'm a soldier
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I thought I told ya
So gangstafied niggas say Oh my God
He blew my spot he's so hot
Time's gettin shorter in this new world order
I'm rooted the undisputed title holder
So I'm tryna be famous
Hangin with these gangbangers
Cuz Ben Franklin got these niggas gankin
They couldn't stop it so I dropped it
Now I got it poppin like your eyes out their sockets
I drop hits like easy does it
I'm circlin like a buzzard
I never tried to be what I really wasn't
I kick back relax and keep it real
How many more stacks to make a mil
I big ball it's all down hill
Let it fall y'all I'm the raw deal
Street Credit
Street Credit
I'm a soldier
Street Credit
I thought I told ya
Street Credit
Street Credit
I'm a soldier
Street Credit
I thought I told ya
I shake like I'm snake bitten
Make all the moves that the fake didn't
I stay everyday pay gettin
Got fame got my name in the sky written
Wanna roll with me baby
I'm loaded like a 380
Keep it crackin stackin daily
For sho'ly in the rap game my name is holy
I'm peepin while you sleepin creepin slowly
I'm a heart stopped chart topper
I'm crazy
All the ladies call me baby papa
I'm the dean in the school of hard knocks
I don't give a damn I am what you are not
Buying up the car lot
Call me the Don Dada
Yeah you hot with what you got but I'm hotter
More magic than Harry Potter
I'm wasup you can't touch this brother
Street Credit
Street Credit
I'm a soldier
Street Credit
I thought I told ya
Street Credit
Street Credit
I'm a soldier
Street Credit
I thought I told ya
I keep the nine in the duffle
And start cappin when young whipper snappers start trouble
Make a phone call my niggas runnin on the double
To juice ya reduce ya to ya rubble
Like some bees I got Gs in a swarm
To touch the hand of the golden arm
The last one
Passed down from my father
Ruining doin the backstroke up under water
Now I got it poppin like the weasel
Breakin speed records
Doin shit that ain't feasible
I dont hear nothin but some bad news
Mind blowin goin nuts like some cashews
I blast you and ask you one question no guessing
Have you learned your lesson
Bring the heat and greet the Smith and Wesson
You niggas is pathetic
Mista Tony got the Street Credit
Street Credit
Street Credit
I'm a soldier
Street Credit
I thought I told ya
Street Credit
Street Credit
I'm a soldier
Street Credit
I thought I told ya
So gangstafied niggas say Oh my God
He blew my spot he's so hot
Time's gettin shorter in this new world order
I'm rooted the undisputed title holder
So I'm tryna be famous
Hangin with these gangbangers
Cuz Ben Franklin got these niggas gankin
They couldn't stop it so I dropped it
Now I got it poppin like your eyes out their sockets
I drop hits like easy does it
I'm circlin like a buzzard
I never tried to be what I really wasn't
I kick back relax and keep it real
How many more stacks to make a mil
I big ball it's all down hill
Let it fall y'all I'm the raw deal
Street Credit
Street Credit
I'm a soldier
Street Credit
I thought I told ya
Street Credit
Street Credit
I'm a soldier
Street Credit
I thought I told ya
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Johnson
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