Lyrics Easy to Be a Soldier When There Ain't No War - Spice 1 , Outlawz

Outlaw!

Livin' the life of a rock star, always ready to turn up
Givin' a shout out to my hood niggas keepin' me with them burners
When my car drive by, with the boomin' system
Ladies love cool Spice, they be mad when they missed him
I keep my blunts full of indo, clips full of slugs (Slugs)
We hustlin' on these streets, fuckin' 'round with all of my thug niggas (Blauw!)
A lot of niggas know me (Me) And now I'm considered a thugged out O.G
From the depths of the west, all the way back down to the east
Shout out to the whole Wu-Tang Clan and Run D.M.C
MC Breed, Eazy-E, Thug Life and the homie Pac (Pac)
The real niggas runnin' this shit and keeping it locked nigga
A lot of niggas died in this shit, so I think they deserve a little respect in this bitch
Because it's easy to be a soldier, when it ain't no war (War)
When them bullets start flying, niggas run for the door

Outlawz we on some rough shit, don't wanna fuck with
These thug life mothafuckas in this bitch aww shit
Niggas pissed when they see us perform
Lookin' alarmed, 'cause they fear us in the physical form (Blaow!)

Biddi-bye-bye they don't wanna rock and roll with them Outlawz
Rock and roll with them Outlawz
Come with wicked shit, put the pistole in his mouth y'all
Put the pistole (Yeah) in his mouth

(Blauw!) Keep your eye on them niggas
You be callin' your soldiers (Callin' your soldiers)
They might have ulterior motives
Gotta pay attention to them lil ho's you bonin'
They probably got ulterior motives (Look)
They tryna tell me that I'm paranoid
I know that I'm focused (I know that I'm focused)
I could spot them ulterior motives (Uh)
Ye ain't asked for it yet, but I know you wan't something
Fake love with ulterior motives
And I ain't gon' tell ya, I'ma show ya (Yeah)
The life of a soldier
Stay down for your crown 'til it's all over
Boots strapped tight young and military minded
Out here grindin' it ain't hard to find us (C'mon!)
Eyes wide open but these niggas still blinded (Yeah!)
Niggas doin' time but my music is timeless (Uh!)
The pain of the past erryday I'm reminded (Yeah!)
By young niggas dyin', baby mama's cryin'

(Damn!) Outlawz we on some rough shit, don't wanna fuck with
These thug life mothafuckas in this bitch aww shit
Niggas pissed when they see us perform
Lookin' alarmed 'cause they fear us in the physical form (Blaow!)

Biddi-bye-bye they don't wanna rock and roll with them outlawz
Rock and roll with them outlawz
Come with wicket shit, put the pistole in his mouth y'all
Put the pistole in his mouth y'all (Yeah)

Chea
Right now It's time to separate
From me, I squeeze, end them that hesitate (Crazy)
And they ain't breedin' em right
All these so called leaders ain't leadin' em right
It's easy to be a soldier nigga show me the war
But don't show me what you showed me before
Give 'em the bidness, yeah I'm in this, bitch extended
Clip shootouts for twenty minutes (already) until I'm finished

Easy to talk greasy standing there with all your homies
You's a ho to me (A ho to me)
Phony to me (Phony to me)
Always poppin' off talkin' bout what you would've did
If you was there, nigga you wasn't!
You was hidin', you ain't ridin'! (Ridin')
Lyin' on your strap (Strap)
Your shit don't go brrrap (Brrap) (Nope)
It's always at the house, it's never in your lap (Nope)
Talkin' that gangsta shit, you really need to stop (You need to stop)
If this nigga is a soldier, call me Barack

Outlawz we on some rough shit, don't wanna fuck with
These thug life mothafuckas in this bitch aww shit
Niggas pissed when they see us perform
Lookin' alarmed 'cause they fear us in a physical form (Blaow!)

Biddi-bye-bye they don't wanna rock and roll with them outlawz
Rock and roll with them outlawz
Come with wicked shit, put the pistole in his mouth y'all
Put the pistole in his mouth blaow!