Yeah, put me up on the headphones,
homies
It's the ballad of a soldier, a ballad of
a soldier
A ballad of a soldier,
a ballad of a soldier
A ballad of a soldier,
a ballad of a soldier
Grew up with tricks,
politics got me thinking
Going up in the streets and you
know I'm straight
Smokin', drinkin',
livin' that life co -opted
In the streets where everybody's straight,
drug -related
The life of a
G, as I grew up
And I never givin' a fuck,
tryna throw it up
Southside, when we ridin',
me's a -goin' to high
Gang bangin' every day,
another homicide
Fuckin' broke man die,
and lay down the floor
Then I wake up no more,
livin' life so hardcore
And then we realize,
the pain and sin and the
Come in the world,
drinkin' juice and gin
Fuckin' hoes by the dozen,
fuckin' these sluts
And I'm stuck in this life and I
don't know what's up
In a cage, in a trap, they got me trapped
A scrap, the milli -mack,
can't see where you at
The lifestyle corrupted,
everybody know I'm
Never had a lady, cuz you know a gang,
I ain't fake, I trust it
I never give a fuck, that's the way it is
Ballad of a soldier, the life I send
It's the talent of a soldier, soldier,
on these streets we live
A man of a soldier,
that's that's why
It's the talent of a soldier,
soldier, trying to survive
A man of a soldier, that's that's why
Back on the block,
straight on the corner slaggin' rocks
With them on my socks,
in my tongue and it don't stop
Policeman tryna stop this caravan I'm rollin'
down the block with this contraband
Yeah, gang bangin' is heavy
So I'm steady with my
Chevy
Gang habitat and I'm ready I'm lookin' at corners,
the homies locked up
Makin' that profit and let
the hoes get fucked
Yeah, the streets never gonna lie
So
I'ma realize on the street homicide
Three sweeper,
I'm growing up living life so deeper
I'm a quine, but
I'ma keep on surviving
on the sidelines
Without no sunshine
Move up slagging pounds,
fuck the dimes
Enemies start sleeping so I
start fucking creeping
Making the territory mine
and I'm reaching
Out , getting these fools all sprung
And
I, I'm making bloody motherfuckers
and I'm wrong
Looking at the community,
they all cracked out
I'm a south side of soldier and I'm
making my money, no doubt
And that's the politicians loving that shit
And then they lock you up,
throw you out, make you a snitch
Fuck that, that shit,
I keep it gangsta all day
Sitting in this town with the
God to pray
It's the belly of a soldier
Soldier
So on these streets we live
Okay, I'm a soldier
That's why, why
It's the belly of a soldier
Soldiers, trying to sur vive,
this gang life
Follies keep flying, enemies died,
homicide line
Yeah, they're getting homie straight stripes,
gang bang the fuck out, now we're facing life
A menace to the public,
gangbanging was his subject
Now a group heartless and little
youngsters looking up to the
G
They tryna hit him, school him up,
live in penitentiary
The cycle continues,
the war stills on
Gangbanging still lives long,
that shit so strong
Until the motherfucking gov
ernment realized
There's homies on the street that's
straight fucking tired
No money, locked up, parole violation
Stuck in the system,
fuckin' consternation
And some homies makin'
it but not givin' back
That's homies still on the streets,
homies still out crack
Pipes, smokes, guns, and bombs
Life long, gang bang strong
But that's the way it is,
the ballot of a soldier
When your homeboy lays dead
on your shoulder
That's the ballot of a soldier
Soldier, on these streets we live
A belly of a soldier, that's why
It's a belly of a soldier
Soldier, trying to survive
A belly of a soldier,
this gang life
You
Mr. Capone-e 
