Gotta rap more. Here it goes:
Born and raised on the block I'm getting paid
Sittin in da kitchen and doing my thing
An independent hustler, soldier, thought I told ya, ain't afraid to move boulders
Cuz if the game don't work I'm choppin and screwin it
The fun just begun
I told ya, I don't rap for fun, I rap for funds
It took me a while to get alot of this cream,
Now I'm hot, H@s out tryin to pull a scheme
Thanks to my fans my name is an anthem
Who?
Russian soldier
Who?
Russian soldier
Got alot of haters and alot of h@s,
some friends and some foes
blablablablablablabla
I do this all the time
stuck with a lil shine
walk with a lil nine
case I get in a bind
they say I'm f# crazy
they think I'm outa my mind
cuz I'm down to bust a n# head all the time
now you know the h@s
they know how I roll
in the new rolls
with the suicide doors
22 inch chromes
a n# money low
you try to touch me,
I put you out and get yo brains blown
yo go against the grain, p# and you're on your own
you right there in my zone
welcome to the terridome
the ice blow in my chain
blood blow in my veins
blue still in the range
I'm doin my thing
the semi auto spray
run if you get away
I'll find your whereabouts and clap at ya another day
n# play with the bread
get a hole in yo head
you touch a dime of mine, thug and yo @$$ is dead
ooooh. This isn't my rap, though. I just learned the lyrics from this one song.
Ok, let me see if I remember any other songs I heard: Oh, some 2pac. Here it goes:
Its called 2 of americaz most wanted and he sings it with snoop dogg
Picture perfect
I paint a perfect picture
bomb the hoochies with precision
my intentions to get richer
with the S-N double O, P
Dogg my f# homie
You's a cold @$$ N# on then hogs
Shonuff,
I keep my hand on my gun
cuz they got me on the run
now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome
free tupac, that's all that's on a n# mind
but at the same time, it seem they tryin to take mine
so I'm gonna get smart and get defensive and sh#
and put together a million march for some gangsta sh#
Hmm,
So now they got us laced,
2 multi millionaire motherf# catchin cases
b# get ready for the throw down
this sh# about to go down
me and snoop about to clown
I'm losing my religion
I'm vicious on this stool pigeons
you tryin to play the game but you got the rules missin
n# acting like they savage
I'm out to get the cabbage, I got.....
nothing but love fo my n# livin lavish
I got a pit named P
She a n#garina
I got a house on da hills
right next to chinna
and I.......think I got a black beamer
but my dream is to own a flock casino
like bugsy seagal
and do it all legal
and get scooped up
by my lil homies in da chinna
it feel good to get the baby buba
You see this is for the G's and the keys, motherf#
Now follow as we riiiiiiiide
motherf# the rest
2 of the best from the westside
and I can make you famous
n# been dyin for years,
so how can they blame us
I live in fear of a fellony
I never stop bailin this
motherf# gs
if you got it better flaunt it
another warrant
2 of americaz most wanted...........................
Nah, how about 2 of Russia's most wanted?
I like the song alot, though