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
Try to fall back, off the lyrics with mysticism
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***** "get out the way"
Kinda selfish if I make n***** 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***** 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***** 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***** around
Yo Poobs we out {Mario?}