Street Soldier

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Paris

Oscar Jackson, Jr. (born October 29, 1967), better known by his stage name Paris is an American rapper from San Francisco, California, known for his highly charged political and socially conscious lyrics. Influenced by the Black Panthers, he was once a member of the Nation of Islam, but now is agnostic. more »

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1994

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Here we go, here we go it's another one of them thangs 
Niggaz better recognize that I'm wise and I'm fin 
To make it known that I'm still the one to call 
Each and every one of y'all out let's see who's real 
And who's fake when it come to the funk 
I'ma bring it to y'all live and direct  and straight bumpin' 
I knew you was a bitch from the first take 
No eye contact with the handshake 
Couldn't relates to where I'm comin' from, when I came through 
With the truth, broken down on the first two 
When I first asked the question if you was down 
How many punk ass niggaz do I gotta clown? 
With they ass to the sky, gettin' stuck by 
The devil in drag, let's see who play the fag 
Will you wannabe G's please have a seat 
Here we go again, nigga please! 
Yeah it's all a part of growin' up is what my momma told me 
How many trick ass niggaz wanna try and mow me? 
I guess I gotta be the one to buck 
Put your house nigga ass in the dirt and won't give a (f*ck) 
Like I said, you're better off dead that you would be 
If you try to do me, I'm loonie, so sue me 
Next time I rain on your world with the truth 
A solider ain't nothin' to fool with 

"You can't see what I can see!" You... Can't see what I can see 
"You can't see what I can see!" But you don't ever 
"You can't see what I can see!" You can't see what I can see! 
"You can't see what I can see!" Whoahaoaha-ahhhh! 

One two three, it's the G-U-E 
Double-R, I, double-L, A, yellin' mayday 
Weeble with a street sweeper lookin' for the beast 
Had me thinkin' that I'm less than a man and incomplete 
Yo, and ever since I first started rhymin' 
You motherfuckers wanna keep me down but I'm still climbin' 
You know I stay real to the end 
Still fifteen deep on two freaks, I go tell a friend 
I look around and all I see is these trick ass copycats 
With they played out beats and they fake raps 
And now I can't call it, it seem 
Everybody wanna be a dope-head or an alcoholic 
So what you wanna do? Nigga do you wanna be 
A strong black man or another fool? 
'Cause I'm comin' full grown, and bitch 
You can take that wannabe G (shit) back home 
Understand that it's on, like I told ya 
Foolin' with a street soldier 

"You can't see what I can see!" But you don't ever 

Who's that nigga with the big black gat 
That's lookin' for the payback (lookin' for the payback) 
Still comin' real it's the motherfuckin' bomb 
P-Dog in the city that's (shitty) like Vietnam 
But them mark ass niggaz want it soft 
Without ever understanding the plan to keep us fallin' off 
But you better recognize that it's war 
Better recognize, black folk runnin' out of time 
But if you man enough jump nigga (jump nigga) 
P-Dog got the pump in the trunk nigga 
Better realize that it's much more to life 
Than (fuckin'), two new shoes, and hisidin' 
It's like tryin' to put a size twelve foot 
In a size eight shoe, it just won't do 
So act like you knew, and let a real nigga come through 
From a street soldier to you, now 

"You can't see what I can see!" Hey, you can't see what I can see! 
"You can't see what I can see!" But you don't ever 
"You can't see what I can see!" Oooh, you can't see what I can see! 
"You can't see what I can see!" Oooh! Noaoaahhooh! 
"You can't see what I can see!" [Repeat x 4]

Music will make things, turn alright 
And I will dance 'til the broad daylight 
Check the flow, let it build in me 
'Cause I know your heartbeat and I'm here to freak 
Alright! Alright! Alright! 
Alright 

Aowww, this sounds familiar 
Let me stick my nose in the mix 
And see who do I smell, this time 
Ahahahahaha!

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