text: Heard he grew up in Queens
  Got a bullet to the brain
  Dug a step into fame
  But that dont mean a thing
  Said he rather be king
  But with an absolute reign
  Till he finds himself a victim of the game
  Then his life became serious
  Marching like the soldier
  Marching like a soldier boy
  Show you the things that make a man a king
  Marching like the soldier
  Marching like a soldier boy
  Why don’t you shine like you’re the man again
  People say that you’re blind
  Then they say that you’re fine
  But they won’t help you find, find the road again
  But they won’t help you fight
  So they torture your mind
  They leave you delirious
  Oh my
  No, no
  No, no
  Baby, baby
  Hee, hee, hee
  No, no
  Baby, baby
  Hee, hee, hee