All I Wanted To Be (Remix)

[Intro] [?] a little trying to sleep, homie Cause I ain't phony, yeah I go Real life right here, feel my pain [Hook] All I wanted to be was a soldier, a soldier All I wanted to be was a soldier, like me All I wanted to be was a soldier, a soldier Hustle on the block, flip rocks, and take over [Verse 1] Yeah, so many people wish me dead cause i'm a problem So many problems come to me, cause I solve 'em And many girls, they hate my guts, they say I dog 'em It wasn't that, it was the lines, and you crossed 'em Yeah, I tossed 'em, and I had to do this often But I can't worry, 'till i'm buried up in my coffin I'm having dreams that my brothers trying to kill me And spill me, now why this nigga hate the real C? After the meals, we still supposed to keep it [?] I went to jail, any bail, he said he didn't love me It's ugly, when your brother prosecute you too Say I'm the black sheep, just show him where the Mac be P, dog, all you had to do was ask me But you chose to do your interviews and blast me [?] me, I was murdered by my hero A bullet through my heart that tore my whole world apart [Hook] [Verse 2] Never kick a man when he's on Never bounce on your brother when he's in the box It's bad enough he's in the box You mad enough to point a finger, bro, well, look in the mirror And when the smoke clears, I bet the picture's getting clearer A spitting image of an unloyal hypocrite [?] old nigga, now picture this A small victory, cause now I know how you really feel And I ain't dead yet cause real goons is hard to kill Yeah you lied on me, but I ain't cried homie Sometimes I feel like you might have called the cops on me Your pops phony, I ain't trying to buy nobody's love And tell your whole clique: fuck 'em, they just fake [?] The black sheep, with the black G's and black teeth The black ski mask, the black brick's in the back seat The black P's, black heart, and now a [?] Of a true nigga, I had to let this verse go [Hook] [Verse 3] It's debit for designer and lord to your honor I promise to always be mindful and conscious I dry 'em up, I never got a letter from my momma Whatever, guess the type of son I am is not the kind of Son that she wanted to be bonded with That's why I hit the bottle quick A young nigga stressin', I was out of it And pops wasn't a role model, never gave a baby bottle Never made a baby smile, that's why I never holler I follow, my own route is what I'm gonna do What I wanna do, but I promise to stay true Cause all I wanted to be was a soldier, see? All I wanted to be was a soldier like P [Outro] Y'all know what I meant, man I been gone for years I shed so many tears And for many years, you hear me? And this is just from the heart, homie It's just me, myself, and I It's just me, myself, and I; until I die homie