So what I want to do, hopefully, is... I want to be... I'm not a wannabe, I am, 2Pac. A soldier, a soldier, F-U-S-E. A soldier like me, F-U-S-E. A soldier, a soldier, F-U-S-E. A soldier like me, F-U-S-E. A soldier, a soldier, F-U-S-E. A soldier like me, F-U-S-E. Posse deep, as I roll through the streets. Motherfuck the police, as we creepin' out jeeps. Layin' solo, you think I'm sleep. But at the slightest beep, I'm robbin' niggas till they teeth. Ain't no P.T. 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 buckshots. Them niggas got enough knots, I'm poppin' at corrupt cops. Them motherfuckers catch a hot one, you wanted to start a problem, now you cower, cops have got one. And there's no prison that can hold a motherfucker soldier ready to roll or take control. So now I track him while he's sleepin', roll to the door, throw a grenade in the precinct. Some people panic, brothers *** up. I had to keep poppin' cause there's no stoppin' till they roughed up. And they best don't protect from the head wounds. Reload ammunitions and them bitches will be dead soon. 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 ya failed. Before I let ya take me, I told ya. *** bein' trapped, I'm a soldier. I bet ya that I got somethings you ain't got. That's called courage. It don't come from no flick of spot. I don't fit, ain't got ***. 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 bourbon, do it. I'm too Tupac and a mad bitch. In a 6-4 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? P got the strap and she anxious. Hurry up, for she spank ***. 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. I bet you that I got somethings you ain't got. That's called courage. It don't come from no flick of photos. 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 bourbon, do it. F.U.S.A. A soldier, a soldier. F.U.S.A. A soldier like me. F.U.S.A.