Tonart: F minor
Verse 1
G
Em
I'm a hip hop soldier
G
Em
G
Em
G
Em
C
Am
I'm a hip hop soldier
Interlude 1
C
G
Em
D
C
Em
G
Em
G
Em
Verse 2
Em
All you wannabe gangstas,
drivin' Volkswagens
Chillin' at the high schools,
broke but braggin'
Under- educated, your style is dated
C
You talk behind my back and your
Em
But I'm back to take revenge,
I'll drill your midsection,
'til your body starts to bend
Em
Like a pis tol, I'ma smokin'
G
I'm crushin', not jokin'
Whippin' sissies for a past time,
C
and no I'm never chokin'
Am
I blow away suckers with the
C
Not brass monkey, it's a natural reflex
G
Em
G
Cold ghetto tactics, makin' suckers holla
Em
A vicious motherfucker
with a rope around my collar
D
I carry lots a cash, I whip a sucker's ass
Am
D
I drive a big Caddy,
G
and I pull the trigger fast
Em
Down at Arnold's on the
G
Ave, I'm fightin' 'til the death
I let you sock my in my chest,
Em
and then I break your damn neck
I got the cold beats rippin',
G
your needle's not skippin'
Em
So many damn weapons that the
military's trippin'
People in Seattle hate me
G
'cause I'm not like a hood
Em
But you rock heads wish that you could
Verse 3
G
Em
G
Em
Be a hip hop soldier
C
Am
C
Em
Verse 4
G
Em
Now let's get one thing straight,
my weapons are great
G
Em
You .22 automatic suckers are late
Got a quarter Moon clip,
Em
I'm about to give you roody- poos a
G
Em
cold gun les son
Am
Em
I'm the wiz ard of may hem,
Em
with the blunt instructions
G
Page 1 says open, page 2 says fill
Em
Page 3 says cock, page 4 says kill
D
A mini 14, full combat dress
Am
D
A thirty round clip,
C
and I ain't takin' no mess
G
Em
'Cause I'm a rough aggressor,
Em
My M16 has a flash suppressor
G
My Sterling Mark 6 is funny but it hits
Em
It looks sideways but the
sucker will kick
I pack of dangerous Beretta,
G
kinda small but it's good
Some of you wannabes
Verse 5
Em
G
Em
G
Em
Be a hip hop soldier
C
Am
C
I'm a hip hop soldier
G
Em
Interlude 2
G
Em
D
C
Em
Verse 6
Em
Now I'm about to get ghost,
so I better clean up
I'm not advocatin' crime,
but you gotta get tough
I don't believe in gun control,
Em
Give a criminal a gun,
and your public is losin'
Am
So you gotta fight back,
Em
C
'cause the pigs ain't black
Am
No protection in your sec tion,
G
Em
G
A .22 won't do, you need rapid fire
Em
I'm a ammo collector,
Em
Big battle rifles, can make a suckers day
Am
You mess around with Mix- A- Lot, you
C
G
might get blown away
Em
Wearin' five gold rings,
never intimidated
G
In Seattle they are jealous 'cause a
brother has made it
Em
But they don't mess with me
G
'cause they might get Iced
I'm not a gay rapper,
I don't like to get knifed
Em
The devil made me do it,
and I wannabe good
G
Em
Don't you roody-
poos wish that you could
Verse 7
Em
G
Em
soldier
C
Am
Em
C
G
Em
C
G
Em
I'm a hip hop soldier
G
Em
C
Em
C
Am
I'm a hip hop soldier
C
Em
G
Em
Verse 8
G
Em
I'm runnin' hollow point
Em
So if you plan to get ill, you better
Em
'Cause I'm not a game player,
I'm just a rhyme sayer
C
G
My vigilante group includes my mayor
C
I pack two Uzis 'cause they stop all crime
G
C
You might get yours,
Em
but don't let me get mine
G
I never beat woman, romance is better
Em
If a freak wants to leave,
C
G
boy, you might as well let her
Em
West coast rappers, we all bust hard
G
Em
When we're chillin' on the set, we
never need a bodyguard
People in Seattle hate me
'cause I'm not like a hood
Verse 9
Em
G
Em
soldier
C
Em
G
I'm a hip hop soldier
Em
D
C
Am
Em
I'm a hip hop soldier
C
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