Текст песни Eminem - Soldier

I'm a soldier X4

Yo... Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns, Never was a gangsta, till I graduated 
to one/And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin'. Took the image of a thug, 
kept shit appealin'/willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death, 
never live to regret what I said/when you're me, people just want to see, if its true, 
if its you, what you say in your rap's, what you do/ so they feel, as part of your 
obligation to fulfill, when they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for 
real/in confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel you're in violation, any 
hesitation'll get you killed/if you feel it, kill it, if you conceal it, reveal it. 
Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets, pull it, squeeze it/ till its empty, 
tempt me, push me, pussies, I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze...

I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or 
fold up/I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or 
stumble/I'm a soldier, These shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never 
fall or fold up/I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never 
stumble

I love pissin' you off, it gets me off, like my lawyers, when the fuckin' judge lets me 
off/all you motherfuckas gotta do is set me off, I'll violate and all the motherfuckin' 
bets be off/I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bring it's news, pistol whippin' motherfuckin' 
bouncers, six-two, who needs bullets?/ Soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets, an 
excellent method to get rid of the next bully/It's actually better cause instead you 
murderin', you can hurt em' and come back again and kick dirt at em/it's like pourin' 
salt in the wounds, assault and get sued, you can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in 
the room/everybody halts and stops, calls the cops, all you see is bitches comin' out 
their halter tops/runnin' and duckin' out to the Hot Rocks parking lot, you'll all get 
shot whether its your fault or not, cus...

I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin' to em, give it back to these damn 
critics and sock it to em/I'm like a thug, with a little bit of Pac influence, I spew 
it, and look how I got you bitches rockin' to it/you motherfuckas could never do it like 
I could do it, don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it/don't ever in 
your life, try to knock the truest, I spit the illest shit, ever been dropped to two 
inch/ so ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock, listen to the sound of Kim 
as she licks on a cock/listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen, 
motherfuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again/Full of controversy until I retire 
my jersey, till the fire inside dies and expires at thirty/and Lord have mercy on any 
more of these rappers that verse me, and put a curse on authorities in the face of 
adversity/I'm a...

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