Styles P Soldiers Song Lyrics

[Styles P]
Yo Poobs! Ghost..
Poobs turn me up my n____
Time is money, Double R
D-Block, s___'s real

n____ it's the Ghost off the M.B.
I breathe off of liquor and weed and choose to be when the men sleep
I don't even pray with my eyes closed
Soulless screamin I know the demons, hide where the lies go
Can't express myself, wild out and get shipped to prison
Got a lot of s___ I could say
But it's kinda +Ludacris+ to make n____z "get out the way"
Kinda selfish if I make n____z get out and spray
Leave you helpless and the only thing you do is you pray, n____
s___ is God-made, or man-made and machine-made
I don't want beef I want money, that's the green way
The pride overpower the brain
I won't die like a coward, muh'f___er I'm vain
I'm a gangsta in the car in the dirt and the chains
I've been hurt and in pain, and stood tall in this urban terrain
But a man must admit to his faults, I know mine
I'm the type that always wanna revolt (yeah)
If I can't kill a n____ then I want an a__ault (yeah)
s___ hard, just listen to the bars s___'s makin ya {?}
Some n____z shiver and listen, no lie
Close your eyes it's the bigger division
Life or death nowadays is a n____'s decision, here's your jewels
When you make yours, just make sure you make it on the move
n____

Yeah, Ghost, time is money
s___'s not a game
I ain't f___in around
Yo Poobs we out {Mario?}