Lyrics Soldier to a General - Outlawz
Yo,
it's
gettin
colder
with
time,
Thug
rollers
with
rhymes
Gotta
look
out
for
the
spineless,
marchin
with
mines
Outlawz
on
the
grind,
in
the
back
of
my
mind
Gotta
watch
out
for
the
one-time
all
the
time
Lot
of
fights
on
the
block,
so
I
walk
with
my
glock
First
head
get
hot,
gettin
shot
on
the
spot
It's
a
sticky
sitch-e-ation,
tryin
to
duck
to
hatin
Fuckin
with
my
family,
I
get
worse
than
Satan
Turnin
niggaz
out,
at
a
young
age
It's
what
my
life
story's
about,
I
ain't
afraid
Turnin
in
the
water,
gaspin'
for
air
But
I'm
in
the
air
at
the
same
time,
searchin
for
land
It's
the
life
of
a
man,
without
no
parents
to
call
Had
to
learn
right
and
wrong
when
it's
on,
fuck
all
y'all
Walkin
through
the
cemetery
talkin
to
the
dead
Conversation
we
gonna
keep
between
us,
heard
what
he
said
Think
about
the
niggaz
that
can't
make
it
to
see
tomorrow
Left
his
family
all
alone
cause
he
got
hit
by
the
lead
Drama
on
the
streets
is
what
the
Outlawz
fed
And
if
your
ass
get
out
of
line,
you
got
a
price
on
your
head
I
was
born
all
alone,
I'mma
die
all
alone
(yeah)
So
I
ride
all
alone,
from
a
soldier
to
a
general
I
taught
myself,
went
to
court
myself
(uh-huh)
Made
a
choice,
from
a
soldier
to
a
general
A
boy
to
a
man,
ain't
nobody
give
a
damn
(fuck
that!)
Live
the
streets
without
nobody,
from
a
soldier
to
a
general
We
was
raised
around
criminals,
and
played
around
criminals
The
game
of
a
criminal,
from
a
soldier
to
a
general
I
walk
around
with
the
weight
of
the
world
Faith
in
my
shotty
since
I
made
it
my
girl
(love
you)
Oh!
Somebody
save
me
please,
I've
been
Brought
up
amongst
these
scram
blest
thieves
and
All
they
can
show
me
is
I
fight
with
my
muscle
and
(uh-huh)
I'd
do
anything
for
these
stripes
in
the
struggle
and
Happiness
is
Hennessey,
mixes,
and
bitches
and
I'm
all
about
my
riches
From
a
small
time
grinder
to
a
timer
am
I
Scandalous
mind
is
a
constant
reminder
of
the
Evil
these
men
do,
struggle
contend
you
Lord,
what
you
got
your
boy
all
into
I
must
be
mental,
I
must
by
psycho
Crazy
deranged
and
my
brains
with
a
rifle
That's
the
price
we
pay
to
have
life
today
Will
I
have
it
any
other
way?
No
Way
(oh)
Seems
like
my
addiction
to
the
streets
been
a
life
long
one
I
chose
to
wrong
damn
crease
See
momma
work
her
fingers
to
the
bone
to
make
me
a
happy
home
But
I
chose
the
wrong,
steppin
out
on
my
own
Intrigued
by
them
big-league
niggaz
with
the
blow
See
my
first
dead
man
as
a
kid
in
eighty-four
Seen
crack
come
and
turn
bums
to
millionaires
Turn
and
die
a
bitch
out,
oh,
and
now
she
don't
care
Something
bought
the
ghetto
in
the
Summer,
make
niggaz
tougher
Niggaz
die
to
be
fresh,
so
we
all
turn
to
hustlas
Some
stuck
with
it,
some
really
couldn't
fuck
with
it
Some
trust
the
wrong,
and
now
they
gone
Them
flowers
for
the
dead,
all
the
powers
in
my
head
I
give
a
fuck
what
them
cowards
said,
I'm
all
about
my
bread
Struggle
love
to,
huh,
hustle
ball
to
From
a
soldier
to
a
general,
nigga
you
better
let
em
through
I
grew
up,
like
every
other
kid
in
the
ghetto
Up
the
hill
on
my
mountain
bike,
struggle
to
peddle
I
was
a
freshman
with
no
medals
But
I
earned
my
stripes
Wrong
turns
made
me
burn
my
life
Got
a
comment
'fore
you
walk
soldier,
follow
the
rules
Be
a
leader
when
I
see
you,
don't
follow
the
crew
There's
only
one
way
to
live
and
one
way
to
die
One
way
to
fail
and
one
way
to
try
My
eyes
bloodshot
from
the
drugs
on
the
block
And
my
thugs
on
the
block
got
slugs
for
the
cops
My
moms
loves
my
pops
but
she
hurtin
herself
Laid
off,
so
she
broke,
not
workin
herself
On
my
own
at
fifteen,
learnin
the
ropes
quick
Had
to
eat
so
I
hustled,
turnin
my
coat
quick
I
ain't
no
shit,
only
how
to
be
a
criminal
But
plan
to
expand
from
a
soldier
to
a
general
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