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letra de easy to be a soldier when there ain't no war - spice 1

[intro:young n0ble]
outlaw

[verse 1: spice 1]
livin’ the life of a rock star, always ready to turn up
givin’ a shout out to my hood n-ggas keepin’ me with them burners
when my car drive by, with the boomin’ system
ladies love cool spice, they be mad when they missed him
i keep my blunts full of indo, clips full of slugs (slugs)
we hustlin’ on these streets, f-ckin’ ’round with all of my thug n-ggas(blaow)
a lot of n-ggas know me (me) and now i’m considered a thugged out o.g
from the depths of the west, all the way back down to the east
shout out to the whole wu-tang clan and run d.m.c
mc breed, eazy-e, thug life and the homie pac (pac)
the real n-ggas runnin’ this sh-t and keeping it locked n-gga
a lot of n-ggas died in this sh-t, so i think they deserve a little respect in this b-tch
because it’s easy to be a soldier, when it ain’t no war (war)
when them bullets start flying, n-ggas run for the door

[chorus: nawfside outlaw & spice 1]
outlawz we on some rough sh-t, don’t wanna f-ck with
these thug life mothaf-ckas in this b-tch aww sh-t
n-ggas p-ssed when they see us perform
lookin’ alarmed, ’cause they fear us in the physical form (blaow!)
biddi-bye-bye they don’t wanna rock and roll with them outlawz
rock and roll with them outlawz
come with wicked sh-t, put the pistole in his mouth y’all
put the pistole in his mouth y’all (yeah)
[verse 2: young n0ble]
keep your eye on them n-ggas you be callin’ your soldiers (callin’ your soldiers)
they might have ulterior motives
gotta pay attention to them lil ho’s you bonin’
they probably got ulterior motives (look)
they tryna tell me that i’m paranoid, i know that i’m focused (i know that i’m focused)
i could spot them ulterior motives (uh)
ye ain’t asked for it yet, but i know you wan’t something
fake love with ulterior motives
and i ain’t gon’ tell ya, i’ma show ya the life of a soulja
stay down for your crown ’til it’s all ova
boots strapped tight young and military minded
out here grindin’ it ain’t hard to find us (c’mon)
eyes wide open but these n-ggas still blinded
n-ggas doin’ time but my music is timeless
the pain of the past erryday i’m reminded
by young n-ggas dyin’, baby mama’s cryin’ (d-mn!)

[verse 4: e.d.i. mean]
easy to talk greasy standing there with all your homies
you’s a ho to me (a ho to me)
phony to me (phony to me)
always poppin’ off talkin’ bout what you would’ve did if you was there
n-gga you wasn’t! you was hidin’, you ain’t ridin’! (ridin’)
lyin’ on your strap (strap) your sh-t don’t go brrrap (brrap) (nope)
it’s always at the house (hahahaha) it’s never in your lap (nope)
talkin’ that gangsta sh-t, you really need to stop (you need to stop)
if this n-gga is a soldier, call me barack

- spice 1

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