One 50
Текст песни Child Soldier

One leg soldier, one hand soldier, one eye soldier
Charles Taylor child soldier


I don't play the game of the gun shit
On my block I run bricks like 2pac
Four cops on my block, now they want to get me shot
The streets don't read the mind of a gangsta
But they talk when the drama get wide dog
Full clips on my side whenever I ride on my block
Gun shot but the project of a gangsta is back
Yeah, I One 50 don't play no bingo and lose
I comes through when the heat is on
LIB rap niggas know where we can get the trick flip like bomb
Korean monk is my master piece
Drops some blood diamonds for MIA from RIA
Rest in peace all my thug niggas
The game of the gun was just a pistols switching tactics

So come to me and get logic, not black magic





The police just don't want to let my stones go
But the hood drama come to me first on my vest
Kill the rap sheets cause you can get pay for that
Shooting up cars you can get kill for bullet bounce
Loot the parking lot for that big money grip
Ya know the real hustlers for the streets never sleep
Hustle till the snow and sunshine brighten up the day
Gangsta got to re-load the 45 for the so fly
Ya know what I means cause I eat bullets like meat
Hello to all you niggas that know me
Cause I'm the master of this program
Fly overseas and play the 24 and the 23
Mr. 1-8-4-7 got it banging from the ghetto with tattoos
Now who is on the run to lose this cold world power
But come with me and get logic, not black magic