Soldier Like Me (aka Return Of The Soulja) - Eminem Lyrics

So what I wanna do, hopefully is, I wanna be I-I-I don't wannabe I am Tupac
2005 guess who's back? G-g-guess who's back G-g-guess who's back? G-g-guess who's back
Everywhere I see, a soulja, a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me Everywhere I see, a soulja, a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja, a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me Everywhere I see, a soulja, a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Posse deep as I role through the streets Motherfuck the police as we creep, in our Jeeps Layin' so long you think I'm asleep But at the slightest beef, I'm robbin niggaz through the teeth
And OPD can get the dick if they play tuffy Last time them niggaz rushed me, I ain't bust but now I'm touched Trust me, ain't nothing jumpin' but these buck shots Them niggaz got enough knots, I'm poppin' corrupt cops
Ya motherfuckaz 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 a Motherfuckin' soulja, ready to roll and take control
So now I jack 'em while they sleepin' Role to the door, through a grenade in the precinct Some people panic, brothers bugged out I had to keep poppin', 'cuz wouldn't stop until they rugged out
And they vest don't protect from the head wounds Reload ammunitions and them bitches will be dead soon Smoke rising from the barrel of my shotty I finally got revenge, now count the bodies
20 cops, one for every year in jail Tryin' to keep a nigga down but ya failed Before I let ya take me, I told ya Fuck being trapped, I'm a soulja
I betcha that I got something you ain't got, that's called courage It don't come from no liquor bottle, it ain't scotch, it's not bourbon I don't walk around like no G 'cuz that ain't me, I'm not that person I don't try to act like you do 'cuz that aint you You just frontin' you ain't?
It's Tupac in the mad bitch In them six fo, rag on them thangs, that's a bad bitch Gettin' ghosts on them bitches in the town Bustin' out the backseat, nigga when we clown
Homie is you down? B got the strap and she anxious Hurry up 'fo she spank shit Commin' round the corners, spittin' rounds They payin homie down Caught them sucka ass bitches outta bounce
Now tell me how that sound? A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day Now tell me how that sound? A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day Stinkin' biatch
I betcha that I got something you ain't got, that's called courage It don't come from no liquor bottle, it ain't scotch, it's not bourbon I don't walk around like no G 'cuz that ain't me, I'm not that person I don't try to act like you do 'cuz that ain't you You just frontin' you ain't? Tupac
Everywhere I see, a soulja, a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me Everywhere I see, a soulja, a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me
Everywhere I see, a soulja, a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me Everywhere I see, a soulja, a soulja Everywhere I see, a soulja like me