Soldiers' Song

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Yo Poobs! Ghost.. 
Poobs turn me up my nigga 
Time is money, Double R 
D-Block, shit's real 

Nigga 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 
Try to fall back, off the lyrics with mysticism 
Can't express myself, wild out and get shipped to prison 
Got a lot of shit I could say 
But it's kinda +Ludacris+ to make niggaz "get out the way" 
Kinda selfish if I make niggaz get out and spray 
Leave you helpless and the only thing you do is you pray, nigga 
Shit 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'fucker 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 nigga then I want an assault (yeah) 
Shit hard, just listen to the bars shit's makin ya {?} 
Some niggaz shiver and listen, no lie 
Close your eyes it's the bigger division 
Life or death nowadays is a nigga's decision, here's your jewels 
When you make yours, just make sure you make it on the move 
Nigga 

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