Outlawz - Soldier To A General Lyrics
[napolean - verse 1]Yo, its gettin colder with time, thug rollers with rhymesGotta look out for the spineless, marchin with minesOutlawz on the grind, in the back of my mindGotta watch out for the one-time all the timeLot of fights on the block, so I walk with my glockFirst head get hot, gettin shot on the spotIts a sticky sitch-e-ation, tryin to duck to hatin*****in with my family, I get worse than satanTurnin niggaz out, at a young ageIts what my life storys about, I aint afraidTurnin in the water, gaspin for airBut Im in the air at the same time, searchin for landIts the life of a man, without no parents to callHad to learn right and wrong when its on, ***** all yallWalkin through the cemetery talkin to the deadConversation we gonna keep between us, heard what he saidThink about the niggaz that cant make it to see tomorrowLeft his family all alone cause he got hit by the leadDrama on the streets is what the outlawz fedAnd if your ass get out of line, you got a price on your head[chorus - young noble]I was born all alone, imma die all alone (yeah)So I ride all alone, from a soldier to a generalI taught myself, went to court myself (uh-huh)Made a choice, from a soldier to a generalA boy to a man, aint nobody give a damn (***** that!)Live the streets without nobody, from a soldier to a generalWe was raised around criminals, and played around criminalsThe game of a criminal, from a soldier to a general[kastro - verse 2]I walk around with the weight of the worldFaith in my shotty since I made it my girl (love you)Oh! somebody save me please, Ive beenBrought up amongst these scram blest thieves andAll they can show me is I fight with my muscle and (uh-huh)Id do anything for these stripes in the struggle andHappiness is hennessey, mixes, and *****es and Im all about my richesFrom a small time grinder to a timer am iScandalous mind is a constant reminder of theEvil these men do, struggle contend youLord, what you got your boy all intoI must be mental, I must by psychoCrazy deranged and my brains with a rifleThats the price we pay to have life todayWill I have it any other way? no way (oh)[e.d.i. mean - verse 3]Seems like my addiction to the streets been a life long oneI chose to wrong damn creaseSee momma work her fingers to the bone to make me a happy homeBut I chose the wrong, steppin out on my ownIntrigued by them big-league niggaz with the blowSee my first dead man as a kid in eighty-fourSeen crack come and turn bums to millionairesTurn and die a ***** out, oh, and now she dont careSomething bought the ghetto in the summer, make niggaz tougherNiggaz die to be fresh, so we all turn to hustlasSome stuck with it, some really couldnt ***** with itSome trust the wrong, and now they goneThem flowers for the dead, all the powers in my headI give a ***** what them cowards said, Im all about my breadStruggle love to, huh, hustle ball toFrom a soldier to a general, nigga you better let em throughChorus[young noble - verse 4]I grew up, like every other kid in the ghettoUp the hill on my mountain bike, struggle to peddleI was a freshman with no medalsBut I earned my stripesWrong turns made me burn my lifeGot a comment fore you walk soldier, follow the rulesBe a leader when I see you, dont follow the crewTheres only one way to live and one way to dieOne way to fail and one way to tryMy eyes bloodshot from the drugs on the blockAnd my thugs on the block got slugs for the copsMy moms loves my pops but she hurtin herselfLaid off, so she broke, not workin herselfOn my own at fifteen, learnin the ropes quickHad to eat so I hustled, turnin my coat quickI aint no shit, only how to be a criminalBut plan to expand from a soldier to a general
