Lyrics of 'Real Soldier' by Merry Clayton

{Sound of a helicopter}

[Officer 1]
Juvenile
You are not a soldier
Put down your soldier rag and ground the chopper
If you don't we will...
I repeat...If ya
Just blast that mutha fuck
{gun shots}
{broken glass}

Verse 1:
I'm bout that paper
I'm on top and it (?)
You wanted beef
Bitch you didn't heard I was in it
You're out dare stuntin
Ya run the north at da mouth
Jumpin off buildins, that you don't know nothin about
(Yeah) Shit it's serious
You hear these lyrics that I'm spittin
You see me comin
I bout that K, best be gettin
Fire spittin
Guts and brains I be hittin
(?) for (?)
Look no retire, no quittin
It's payback time
Boy you done put it on my mind
? show, Look! You won't be hard to find
I gotta do ya
Even though way-back I knew ya
I gottcha on scope and see right thru ya

Chorus:1x
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
(Put down that soldier rag, put down that soldier rag)
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
You used to roll wit Jimmy, do that make ya a fag

Verse 2:
Now whats happenin wit you
You dissin me boy too
Ya tired of livin, ya want ya life to be thru
Ya gettin played by ya company, do they have ya out dare
You think Big Boy got hags, bitch you think you really care
You got beef wit one of us, they be do'n ya everythang
Do ya feel like a queen, when ya listenin to the king
Is that really style rap, when ya rap do ya brag
You used to roll wit Jimmy, do that make ya a fag
Ya hatin 40-T, they be lovin T-Bone's tracks
And it's cold how I rap
Knockin Juvey off da map
Still gon' wreck the Lexus Monday, tote the Legend Tuesday
Flood the Benz Wednesday, fuck da K, fuck da uzi
When you done hooked up wit Baby, ya led him to his thang
Do the prior call ya Juvey, Jimmy called you Miss Stank
Ya got the projects back
While Cash Money maggin
And get ya style rap
I'm jackin
Got Big Boy mad

Chorus:1x
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
(Put down that soldier rag, put down that soldier rag)
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
You used to roll wit Jimmy, do that make ya a fag

Verse 3:
Can ya handle ya business, can ya open up ya own
When ya here come a missle, when ya leave and live alone
Are you listenin to the words a real soulja speak
Do you get paid for the concerts you do every week
Does ya manager get half and you ten percent
Did Baby take his money back for the soulja he (?)
Is that really a Hummer
You used to be a bummer
That's somethin held ya down when ya tryin to make ya come up
Boy had to have a ride (ride)
Drove a number jive (jive)
Never were good but that's when you be shy (shy)
Do you drive ya own car, do Baby pick ya up
And when Baby don't come get cha, do you be mad as fuck

Chorus:1x
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
(Put down that soldier rag, put down that soldier rag)
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
Stop dressin drag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
(You ain't no soldier boy put down that soldier rag)

Hook 1:2x
Now step nigga step (3x)
While rap nigga rap

Hook 2:1x
The Wet Boys! The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire)
The Wet Boys! The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire)
The Wet Boys! The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire)
The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire) The Wet Boys! (Put out the fire)

Hook 3:2x
Front line
They fully-automatic
Keep front line
The chopper don't play
Front line
Cowards standin in the back
Front line
First where it's at

[Officer 1]
Juvenile you are not a soldier!