So what I'm gonna do, hopefully, is, I wanna be, I-I don't wanna be I am, 2Pac Shakur (Guess who's back) (Guess who's back) (Guess who's back) (Guess who's back) Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier Everywhere I see, a soldier like me Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier Everywhere I see, a soldier like me Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier Everywhere I see, a soldier like me Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier Everywhere I see, a soldier like me Posse deep as I roll through the streets Motherfuck the police as we creep in our Jeeps Layin' so low you'd think I'm asleep But at the slightest beef I'm robbin' niggas of they teeth And OPD can get the dick if they play toughy Last time them niggas rushed me I ain't bust but now I'm touched Trust me, ain't nothin' jumpin' but these buck shots A nigga's got enough knocks, I'm poppin' at corrupt cops (pow) Them motherfuckers catch a hot one You wanted to start a problem now you coward cops have got one And there's no prison that can hold ya Motherfuck a soldier ready to roll or take control So now I jack 'em while they sleepin' Roll to the door, throw a grenade in the precinct (pin, explosion) Some people panic, brothers bugged out I had to keep poppin' 'cause there's no stoppin' 'til they rubbed out And they vest don't protect from the head wounds Reload ammunition's and them bitches will be dead soon (boom) Smoke risin' from the barrel of my shotty I finally got revenge now count the bodies Twenty cops, one for every year in jail Tryin' to keep a nigga down but you failed Before I let you take me, I told ya Fuck bein' trapped, I'm a soldier I betcha that's how I got some things you ain't got That's called courage, and it don't come From no flick or bottle, it ain't scotch It's not bourbon, I don't walk around Like no G 'cause that ain't me I'm not that person, I don't try To act like you do 'cause that ain't you You just burpin', you ain't 2Pac in the mad bitch In the six-fo' rag on them thangs, that's a bad bitch Gettin' ghost on them bitches in the town Bustin' out the back seat nigga when we clown Homey is you down? D got the strap and she anxious (click) Hurry up 'fore she spank shit (tires peeling) Comin' 'round the corner spittin' rounds, they can't hold me down Caught them sucker-ass bitches outta bounds Now tell me how that sound, a double date laced with hate Make 'em pray for the judgment day Now tell me how that sound, a double date laced with hate Make 'em pray for the judgment day stinkin' beotch! I betcha that's how I got some things you ain't got That's called courage, and it don't come From no flick or bottle, it ain't scotch It's not bourbon, I don't walk around Like no G 'cause that ain't me I'm not that person, I don't try To act like you do 'cause that ain't you You just burpin', you ain't 2Pac Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier Everywhere I see, a soldier like me Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier Everywhere I see, a soldier like me Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier Everywhere I see, a soldier like me Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier Everywhere I see, a soldier like me