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soldiers' song - styles p lyrics

[styles p]
yo poobs! ghost.
poobs turn me up my n-gg-
time is money, double r
d-block, sh-t’s real

n-gg- it’s the ghost off the m.b.
i breathe off of liquor and weed and choose to be when the men sleep
i don’t even pray with my eyes closed
soulless screamin i know the demons, hide where the lies go
try to fall back, off the lyrics with mysticism
can’t express myself, wild out and get shipped to prison
got a lot of sh-t i could say
but it’s kinda +ludacris+ to make n-gg-z “get out the way”
kinda selfish if i make n-gg-z get out and spray
leave you helpless and the only thing you do is you pray, n-gg-
sh-t is god-made, or man-made and machine-made
i don’t want beef i want money, that’s the green way
the pride overpower the brain
i won’t die like a coward, muh’f-cker i’m vain
i’m a gangsta in the car in the dirt and the chains
i’ve been hurt and in pain, and stood tall in this urban terrain
but a man must admit to his faults, i know mine
i’m the type that always wanna revolt (yeah)
if i can’t kill a n-gg- then i want an -ssault (yeah)
sh-t hard, just listen to the bars sh-t’s makin ya {?}
some n-gg-z shiver and listen, no lie
close your eyes it’s the bigger division
life or death nowadays is a n-gg-‘s decision, here’s your jewels
when you make yours, just make sure you make it on the move
n-gg-

yeah, ghost, time is money
sh-t’s not a game
i ain’t f-ckin around
yo poobs we out {mario?}

- styles p lyrics

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