[Chorus: x4]
If I really really want it
Then I'ma get it
Cause you got it
[Starts overlapping on the 2nd line of 1st said]
I want it
You got it
Let me get it out so nigga you drop it
I can't stop it
There's not stoppin me
The fuckin war keeps fuckin with my mind is shit
[Soulja Slim & Mia X]
So dig deep into the mind of that wild magnolia
It's Jack ¿Hoise? once again
in the non-streaked floors
Puttin miles on this bitch from here to Texas
Check it
Down South Hittin Hustlers nigga, Respect it
Fuck takin your Lexus
I'll burn that bitch up
Then go get couple of Gs from you
Then go bother the Truck
Nigga what the Fuck
This Shit be real
Like the front of my grill
Nuthin false fake niggas getting tossed like sam
Who fronted me with a couple of grams of that smack
Now whatdoya know i didn't even have a quarter jack
Two weeks a nigga came back
I seen him 'fore he seen me
Hunt him down with that infared beam See
I been made a plan
Dogs seen a many snappin
Duck in a long driveway with a rock when I'm ready to hold 'em for ransom
I'm gonna get mine, just like they're gonna get theirs
I got grounds of shit
I want it
But u got it Bitch
[Chorus: x4]
If I really really want it
Then I'ma get it
Cause you got it
[Starts overlapping on the 2nd line of 1st said]
I want it
You got it
Let me get it out so nigga you drop it
I can't stop it
There's not stoppin me
The fuckin war keeps fuckin with my mind is shit
If you a rhymer you can catch me
On the six in a circle
Ain't got [?] of a nigga that'll be down and Fuckin twerkya
Hurt yo ass with these hot bullets that I call Black Townie
Or I might play that game rollin and make that 500 townies
If you got it, then I want it thats the name of my game
It ain't lame
Ask Somebody and they'll tell you the same
Fuck that checkin a nigga foundin blood
Then Nigga come check me
If u don't get killed
You gonna get Stomped
You gonna respect me
I'm the jolly green giant with the weed resin in my mouth
Camoflauge down when I say green
With an assult rife machine
Still got the papers on that
Bought it for 10 Zacks
And smack
Got the Papers on my Mack
[??]
Better watch out
Our bullets ain't got no name
And you might get yo wigs bitch
And the box and the soaps standin cause I don't give a shit
So design between my eyebrows
So you know I'm Bout Drama
Cause I've been like that since i was younger
So you can go and ask momma (ask me)
Nuthin like Jeffery ¿Domner?
My bullets be eatin Human flesh
If you Got it
Then I want it
Now get this shit off my chest
[Chorus x4]
If I really really want it
Then I'ma get it
Cause you got it
(Starts overlapping on the 2nd line of 1st said)
I want it
You got it
Let me get it out so nigga you drop it
I can't stop it
There's not stoppin me
The fuckin war keeps fuckin with my mind is shit
[Mia X]
Who's that all up in my Business
Tryin 2 get my riches
Jealous Bitches
Watch me cock this big dick
POW nobody now chow
Now u can play if you wanna
But I warn you if I wantcha nigga
Pick a pearl, Hallway hit ya
With the head a whole block
Ducking tight for artillery
Now where ya gon' live
When you come across that ride
And she gon' be that same old smiling way
[?]Misbehavin waitin
For that nigga who think he gonna snatch that Momma
There ain't no damn fucking way that he don't want that drama
Now bring yo own click
And even bring the equip
And we gonna pile up on that ass like a slave ship
Cause I got it
And you want it
But I'm a ball-hog bitch so I'ma flaunt it
So run up on it
And get yo dome split
Cause I ain't leavin much fakin for that chrome bitch
Cause ain't nobody gonna take what I work for
What my pussy twerked for
Gimme high blunts Slim
Them niggas got a hell of a nerve
Wantin mine til I take yours
[Chorus x4]
I want it
You got it
Let me get it out so nigga you drop it
I can't stop it
There's not stoppin me
I be thinking bout' a whole lotta ways of getting paid
And got a lot of ways of getting mine, all the time
If you got it, then I want it, that shit don't stop
Let me get that out ya' nigga
Still we closing down shop
And taking hits at the same time, trying to maintain my ends
Fuck a benz, I'm trying to get a Land Rover
Riding down Magnolia, hit the horn at the real soldiers
Fuck the ones who wanna see me dead all over in Angola
Have 'em saying "Damn, that boy done came up, he done got famous"
And "I know you couldn't test that nigga, cause he was on that dust"
Yeah I caught a joce, but that just was my wake up call
A year and 6, back in town with a lot of rounds
They said I'm tripping, I've got a gift that God gave me
I'll be slipping, I'm crazy, I'm a hustler
[hook]
Hustlin' is a habit, we gots to get our paper
Straight mob niggas, touching 6 figures on these capers [x4]
I be an artist like Picasso, when it come to these jacks
Flood my nostrils with this powder, boy you surf to get wet
I need it all in one pop, cause boy my habit can't wait
Get tough, kiss this M-11, and quality on like a safe
See, my trigger finger's shaky, got a bad taste in my mouth
See my nose starting to run and that mean that time bout' out
You know the ghetto's trying to kill me
Thats why I'm giving it to you raw
Fuck what you heard about a nigga, and believe what you saw
Since life or death in these streets, and my seeds gotta eat
The lord gave law to the land
The strong survive by the weak
Don't play no games, cause I'm tweaking, and you know whats next
Get ass-hole Luke out on the floor, oh yeah come up out that there Rolex
Thats on the G to the H to the O-S-T
Hustlin' is a habit and there ain't no cure for me
[hook x4]
FUCK PEACE, its a violent society
I'm lacking the currency, but shit I need the bread so I can eat
Cops stop it, they don't purify the streets, nigga from Smack Meets
Cause I tell it how it be
Some dope fiends owe me, so they got they ass beat
Such a cold world, wicked ghetto tragedy (your telling me)
I got soldiers with forces and traits from Angola
Pelican fate, meal quick at your ?atrophy?
Tell me why it has to be, cause I'm a G
So many fake ass hoes and foes
Thats how the world goes
Billy Block owed double kilos, she load the steel-o
We on the D-low
Don't make me push it aside like Rico
We getting money in my Bubblelaud Benz
[????????] and Magnolia Slim
Boy, why these suckers try to do me
Why they mad
Cause I'm influenced by niggas who make they own movies
While you acting moody, Crooked pass me the tooly
I'm a tuck 'em farther down till they do me
They be shining like African rubies
I'ma a real hustler nigga....
[Soulja Slim/Big Ed]
Chorus
We suggest that you niggas don't fuck with us
The more niggas you bring the more heads we bust
[Soulja Slim]
It's do or die on the streets that I roam, that I roam
That's why I never leave my gun at home, gun at home [x2]
[Soulja Slim]
Shit, niggas not goin put the chest these days
Niggas catch it down bad and bust your motherfuckin head
Put it like that, should have had your gat but nigga you chose to slip
And the nigga chose to let all thirty two out this extra clip
Enter your dome, let loose gonna meet your momma home
I'll let you slide one time cause she was full of that fucking rome
But you on guard, I don't stun in front of these pussy poppers
I'm from uptown so you know I got to get you partner
I've been doin this and you just jump in the porshe and new jacks
And I got quick reacts and I bust em back and hit somethin
Fuck the stuntin, me and myself
might twirk a somethin and hurt somethin
Straight dome shot, leave you bald
might go on my face and fuck em all
Then walk off with an innocent look on my face
Soon as I get to the corner, pick up the pace
running like I'm running a race
Cause I aint bout no more murder charge catch me
Down here them people fools ya, lose you in a second
Get convicted in your life, now you trying to appeal
Should have gave them a dome shot, should have played them real
I suggest you don't fuck with us
Suggest don't fuck with us
I suggest
[Chorus x2]
[Big Ed]
We some hard ass niggas, Big Ed and Soulja Slim
Niggas bust at us, watch us end low and bust at them
Get out the way, kids getting hit and shit
Already split forty rounds and not even a half a clip
Bitches know me as the assassin, tip toe and squeezing and blasting
Camoflauge fatigue feared off in a black ski maskin
A No Limit soldier, nigga we ain't scared to bring it
Nigga I'm tryin to leave the streets behind
and put in no wax and singing
And nigga keep my gat trown up like ????
Trigger finger itching like crabs
Got me strapped tighter then hoes legs wrapped around me when I stab
Nigga think got more deadly so I got more gats
Totin to edge two compacts, Big Ed be puttin it down like that!
[Chorus x2]
[Mr. Serv-On]
It's the S to the E to the R to the V
to the O to the N to the T to the R to
the U to the N to the I to the G to the K to the A
Can't carry ya, drama marry ya
Step across this fuckin line my tank stroll motherfucker
I straight deal ya
Be like blasting, stepping like a fuckin hog
Soulja Slim ya know me, Big Ed get at me dog
I'm still asking the lord to bless me
these niggas persist to test me
After the night, only the gangsta hell gonna accept me
I'm ready to lay my claim niggas know the game
Ain't shit changed, five hundred dollars
I'm soed up and I'm still creeping
Round the corner with my mask on
got my gloves on, ready to get my fucking blast on
So when you see me, nigga bow down to this fucking tank
You niggas wanna be like us but you niggas fucking can't
So I'm tired of you motherfuckers
asking why I twist my hat and wear my colors
It's all tank love, fuck the others
nigga u can expect, nuthn but war shit,
when dat nigga soulja slim, runs it,
nigga my heart beat slow, n pump blood,
sojas been around way b4 dey had thugs,
ima give it to ya raw n tell it how it is,
im still n da battlefield, n i been real 4 years,
i stepped on bullet shells and crossed over dead bodies,
looked up to niggas like glen mets n skully(sam) so fuck gotti,
da n.o. been way bout it, b4 P(master) told ya,
im a real soja lets go to war n ima sho ya,
i dont have a damn conscience about nathan,
how ya figure, i wont cut ya throat n leave ya shakin,
down south money makin, is all a nigga kno,
niggas i use to run wit, still like to snort coke,
lay it down let da gram go aroun, yea yall get full,
me i dont fuck wit it nomo, but if i could i would,
cuz aint nuthn like dat boot up nigga, suit up nigga,
lets go n get em i got sum niggas i want shoot up nigga,
na i get high, off stacking my mail,
dodgin back of town dont want c nomo jail cells.
chorusx2 is dat, gunsmoke i smell, was dat nigga, lying or dead, from bullets n shells, is my city really living hell, do i?, gotta keep my pistol everywhere dat i dwells?
nigga my mind is made to be respected,
when ya disrespect it, dats when shit get hectic,
i flex wit automatics dat'll bend u up,
once ya in ya fucked better have ur shit clutched,
i take nuts, n have em for, souvernoirs,
brains bust but so does guts, when shit get real,
blood spilled, on da curb, of dat 3rd,
kill da connect his head deserve it, magnolia nigga words,
y is dat, dey say uptowns a cut throat area,
da same nigga dat kill ya be one of ya pallbearers,
dope fiends dont give a lully fuck bout nuthn,
u aint never been thru wat i been thru,
u aint never seen wat i seen,
street machines, dat'll take off body parts, if u get caught, slippin n da dark, by niggas dat bang n niggas dat snort,
play smart, if u want live life on light terms,
[Soulja Slim]
A-K-A Gun Smoke, yep, as if you didn't know bitch ass nigga
Nigga you could expect nothin' but war shit
When dat nigga Soulja Slim runs it
Nigga my heart beat slow & pump blood
Souljas been around wit before they had thugs
I'm gonna give it 2 ya raw I'm gon' tell it like it is
I'm still in tha battlefield & I been real for years
I stepped on bullets shells & crossed over dead bodies
I looked up to niggas like Glen Master Skully so fuck Gotti
Tha N-O been way bout it 'fore P told ya
I'm a real soulja lets go to war & I'mma show ya
I don't have a damn conscience about nathan
How ya figure I won't cut your throat & leave ya shakin'
Down south money makin' dats all a nigga know
Niggas I used to run wit still like to snort coke
Lay it down, let tha gram go around, yeah yall get full
Me i don't fuck wit it no more but if I could I would
Cause ain't nothin' like dat boot up nigga, suit up nigga
Lets go & get 'em, I got some niggas I wanna shoot up nigga
Now I get high off stackin' my mail
Dodgin' back uptown, don't wanna see no more jail cells
[Chorus 2X: Soulja Slim]
Is dat gun smoke I smell?
What's dat? niggas lying dead on bullets & shells
Is my city really livin' hell?
Do I gotta keep my pistol everywhere dat I dwell?
[Soulja Slim]
Nigga my mind is made to be respected
When you disrespected dats when shit gets hectic
I flex wit automatics dat will bang ya up
Once ya end ya fucked, better have ya shit clutched
I take nuts & have 'em for souvneirs
Brains bust & so does guts when shit gets real
Blood spills on tha curbs of dat 3rd
Killa connection train to serv, Magnolia niggas words
Why's dat? they say uptown's a cut throat area
They same nigga dat killa ya be one of your paul bearers
Dope fiends don't give a lilly fuck about nothin'
You ain't never been thru what I've been thru
You ain't never seen what Ive seen
Street machines dat'll take off body parts, if you get caught
Slippin' in tha dark, by niggas dat bang & niggas dat snort
Play it smart if you wanna live life on life terms
Cause niggas get third degree burns behind jiggas & ferns
[Chorus]
[Soulja Slim]
Out of towners don't want no beef & I know
Cause they keep it on tha low, what they gossip about tha N-O
Fuckin' right my city's all dat & then some
Small boy from tha south murdered out tha income
Which one fuck I might choose tha crowd I'mma hit one
Innocent bystanders don't be standin' dats how shits done
Where I'm from? New Orleans tha killa capital
On Washington Avenue hustlers a hassle you & jack you too
You at your own risk walkin' up 6th
Tha last nigga got mac-90'ed & blowed a kiss
Picture this I fuck wit souljas dat hop outta tha trees
Put pillow cases over their heads damandin' ki's & G's
At broad daylight, you niggas take life for a joke
(Master P)
Whoa! Whats soulja slim
(soulja Slim)
Reality
something you can't run from
(Master P)
They ain't never been threw this real shit
Its real out here
Magnolia, Calliope, Melphaen
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
You ain't never seen what I done seen
or been threw what I been threw, thats why I got a fuck up mental
and you ask why I don't rap positive
I been a convicted violent felon threw the years with blood sweat and tears
[Soulja Slim]
Project living, dirt diving kenivin thats how I came up
ever since I was a juve plotting on ways to be famous
you should be rap artist, be a born killer or dope dealer
I look up to all the hard hitters that use to slang on Six and Wheeler
back in the early 80's ???????? had shop on Wheeler street
mama send me to the store
sit on the porch watching hustlers that creep
saying to myself thats how I wanna be living my life in the fast lane
getting big time in the dope game
pushing herion getting coke caine
thats every young nigga dream that grew up in the bricks
young niggas kill for the cream, cut thoarts and totting clips
mama was a fiend she like to fiend for them rocks sucking dicks
never ever had a Pa he's an Angolia convict
my role models is soldiers on the porch with the torch
ready to blast pop some in his ass and put it in the corps can ya dig it?
[Chorus]
[Soulja Slim]
Shit gets scary when all the lights go out in the projects
you know who might keep in yo door and leave on the floor with a slit neck
or you skull crack from a broke tek
only shot three times and got jam (Gunshots)
think I wished it happened goddamn!
I just seen bout five minutes ago
going up the steps asking me to blow
thinking its the hoe from Ali show
but she not dead doe
hoes play cut throat two on the De-Lo, don't trust them
be careful how you fuck em
cause you hook yourself and start to love em
stay above them
don't fall weak they got some niggas to die
for the cheeks, superfreaks
thats if a nigga M.O.B but anyway peep my real shit
in a situation like that the nigga people thinkin the hoe double cross em
and the killers ain't doing shit to the fact
???? 97 and the dope dealers killing everything in the house
me myself I wonder why the hoe is still living why the killers ain't take her out
I think it was a set up
that bitch need to be wet up
nigga gave her a dome shot and blowed that bitch up in her Beretta
(Explosion)
[talking]
Yeah, it's a different year, you heard me
It's a different year, uh
[Hook x2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, nigga fuck what you talking bout
[Soulja Slim]
You checking my status, ain't you
I'm a Down South nigga, I'm a hell of a gangsta
I got em fucked up, they gon know how I do it
I'm always known, for making cut throat music
I don't fuck around with him, he too dick in the booty
If I say the nigga name, then he'd prolly sue me
He hurting I'm rolling now, then keep it real
Making me or you, show me how
Stole the game, from the bitch nigga like that
There's over one million ways, you could get jacked
Well I'm a street jack artist, I can respect that
That's like me and you hitting a lick, you shoot me in my back
You fucking with the wrong nigga, I'm telling you
Shadow your motherfucking image, make it hell for you
You might feel I'm over due, well come and get me
I keep my heater on me, burn a nigga crispy, make him history
[Hook x2]
[Soulja Slim]
Second verse is worse than the first, your people
Need a corner rebirth, and order a box of white t-shirts
I'ma knock your ass off, I ain't the last Don
I'm the last Dog, one in the manger was under the Nolia
Nigga never could take over Magnolia, Slim here to stay
Nigga know why I smash, anything that's in my way
Hate I'm set tripping, you in ways round my way
If you once, you should know how I handle a AK
Respect me, live by the trigga die by it
Every nigga from New Orleans, keep a gat up on they side
Stay the fuck from round my Bentley, yeah I use to get high
Your bitch told me you say that, after I nutted in her eye
Big girls don't cry, here's a towel wipe your face
Let him know and know he a rat, and he got fucked up stay
Only thing you could do, is suck a nigga dick
Us Cut Throat niggas, keep another nigga bitch
[Hook x2]
[Soulja Slim]
You see, this shit ain't nothing to me
If it wasn't for this, I'd be still in the street
Fuck I'm talking bout, stuck in the street 24-7
Pulled up on the AVE., nigga sold me a Mack 11
That's a throwback gat, gotta stamp that there
Give him dollas, and he can have that there
Make sho it ain't broke, and nothing wrong with the pin
I walked on back, and let ten off in the wind
Dog this ain't fully, he done filed it down
Soldier haters please, just hate me now
I'm Jump-Sly Slim, don't jock my style
You wanna be like me, but you don't know how
The first thang be original, cause if
You get your own style, nigga feel you mo'
And if you gotta be a man, on that river bro
Nigga know, I'm a motherfucking genero'
[Slim talking]
Gimme a cigarette mane
Gimme a hump. An ol' penitentary hump
Camou'd Down. Ya know I'm penitentary
Look
I'm A real nigga you love to soulja hate, ya heard me
I beat the game and balled in '98, ya heard me
You like the Benz, then fuck it, I navigate, ya heard me
You lay down the law, then I regulate, ya heard me
I spreaded the whole world with some soulja love, ya heard me
And I done negoticated with some thugs, ya heard me
I had to let 'em know bout who run shit, ya heard me
Was bout to be some ol', pull out the gun shit, ya heard me
I tried to dump the game but I'm still affiliated with it, ya heard me
If you want it, I got it, come and get it, ya heard me
One thing for sure, I aint to be bullshitted, ya heard me
Labeled one of the Boss niggas in my city, ya heard me
Them hoes say I think I'm all that, ya heard me
I say "I aint that same ol' nigga from way back", ya heard me
I'm A Tank Dogg, now I'm a nationwide artist, ya heard me
So Boss Bitches be my only target, ya heard me
Got to get that ghetto pussy hea and there, ya heard me
Keep it in the game for the coming up millionaiares, ya heard me
She's a boss bitch, she the boss bitch, i done had her, ya heard me
Pass that ba'dussy to Trenitty and let 'em stab her, ya heard me
When you finish don't pass the bitch back to me, ya heard me
Cause I'm a toss that ho to the whole U.P.T., ya heard me
Keep me undercover, she workin wit somethin
you know how we do it ya heard me
These wannabe ballers pop bubble gum game and shit
so I can chew it ya heard me
These niggas know game gone recognize game, ya heard me
He like hearing himself talk
bout to fuck around and get his ass scorched ya heard me
Bruise blocks and my bitches fill em wit bullet wholes ya heard me
Catch ya gettin yo shine on and put that shit on froze, ya heard me
My army be on all ten toes, ya heard me
Be bout to draw down (BLAWW!!) when the wind blows, ya heard me
That's how niggas I fuck wit be, ya heard me
In the process of ballin, aint a damn thing sweet, ya heard me
I'm A give the game the way it was gave to me, ya heard me
When I first jumped off the porch, way back in the 'G, ya heard me
Remember moms use to serve em two for three, ya heard me
When Roy Lee busted open Willow Street, ya heard me
Now, I don't fuck around with the fuck-around niggas
when they fuck around ya heard me
Drop it like it's hotter
men done double crossed, and ducked around ya heard me
These niggas be asking too many muthafucking questions ya heard me
You a grown boy now, make your own suggestions, ya heard me
You A Hot Boy? No I'm not boy
I'm a convicted felon (No, I'm not), ya heard me
Three times loser elgible for the triple bailing, ya heard me
So fuck you, and how you feel 'bout my situation, ya heard me
The world revolves around nothing but soulja hating, ya heard me
My niggas be tweeking when they wanna hear some of this real shit, ya heard me
That camouflaged in the dark is making a nigga kill shit, ya heard me
Now tell me the fuck you know that i was coming, ya heard me
Or I'm from Uptown so I love stunting, ya heard me
You got me fucked up with my people though, ya heard me
No matter how we coming we creepin low, ya heard me
Ain't nothing under a 4 4, ya heard me
Uptown niggas got artillery fa sho, ya heard me
I said I'm just running it to ya soulja to soulja, ya heard me
Fuck no a nigga ain't made me change my name to Soulja, ya heard me
From Magnolia to Soulja Slim was a power move, ya heard me
I'm a real soulja, now I done paid my dues, ya heard me
I'm like a veteran, I sit back in a rocking chair, ya heard me
Put it out on paper with the smell of doulshia in the air, ya heard me
I said I'm a holler at ya'll later in the game, ya heard me
Stay away from that dope playa, and stack yo change, ya heard me
I said I'm a holler at ya'll later in the game, ya heard me
Stay away from that dope playa, and stack yo change, ya heard me
[Slim talking:]
(NA NA NA NA)To all the dope fiend type niggas
(Ride or die die die) Weed Smoke Niggas
(What you think about this) Just ride
Uncut (Uncut), No commercial (Right chea nigga)
No what I'm saying, no chorus (Spit game like that
nigga) We just done it like that. Ya Heard Me ?
(What Cha Think Nigga ?) Ya Understand ?
(Muthafuck how you feel nigga, This shits on the real
nigga)Betta respect the tank nigga !
(Wha Wha Wha Wha) (Now Wha wha wha) That nigga Ke'Noe
done this here, that nigga a fool for this bitch here
I like that shit. Just ride nigga.
Sis Co fa sho nigga. Cutthroat Committy for the throat niggas
[Chorus:]
Write me bitch, I'll write you back, (uh huh)
I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that
Hoe, accept my call, I'll be home in a minute to fuck ya, oh
Write me bitch, I'll write you back (uh huh)
I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that
Hoe, accept my call, I'll be home in a minute to fuck ya, oh
What's up old girl, with your big ol' thick ass
As for me, I'm just chillin'
I'm waiting on my time to pass
Right now, I'm writing ya from the hole, I got thirty days
Can't use the phone, can't get no visits, that shit drive me crazy
Who ya been fuckin' with since I've been locked down?
You say nobody, but thats a lie
Nigga prolly drown, in that pussy
Cause anotha nigga hittin' it hoe
But yo, it's cool, cause when you catch it yo, the hoes gets ghost
But when you touch down, them hoes insist that they be around
When I was back I tell ya they won't be down
Or be down now
Bangin' her once, sometimes I called
I'm thinkin' bout fuckin' ya like a dog and leave ya hangin'
You left me hangin', why I can't do the same thangin'
Playa brawl
Fuck ya best friend and make ya'll go to war
Over this slim in the waist, cute in the face ass hoe
You used to lay the hoe dick down, but I'd give it to 'em sober
Them hoes don't know how to act
They be goin' crazy
Won't shake a nigga up, talkin' about they pregnant with my baby
At least, that's what you told me
Now you gave some other nigga the charge
Actin' bad don't want jokes man
[Chorus]
Uh-huh
My boy told me that he fucked ya and ducked ya
And bought ya pair a jeans outta structure, ya musta
Thought you was playin' catch back
Might as well give all my people the pussy
If you gon' do it like that
Cause I can give a lully mothafuck
If you gon' give pussy, to discos, fever with dubs
Just keep it in the family
Like that dark bitch Dana did
Ya understand me?
We ran throught that hoe, like we used to run in the Millia
Ya best a have ya vest on, that pussy there will kill ya
But yo, she was a down bitch
Not the ordinary clown bitch, that like to hang around bitch
And smoke all ya weed up
She get a buckle just for being her
So we get dee'd up
And she gon' break it off soon as I hit that world
I want the money, don't gimme no pearl, don't gimme no girl
And if I get in touch right now I bet she jokes a nigga
Like what?
Like she's 'posed to nigga
So won't ya
[Chorus]
My fo-sho bitch
She got me sick
She way outta town gettin' full of that dick
She's not jossin' me
But I know, one mothafuckin' thing I throw that hoe
She's comin' back, like a boomerang
But, I'm gon' duck and dodge her
Lookin' for some overshore pussy
If I ever get caught in this situation, nig, she gon' joss with me
Until I let it go
She be a head over heel hoe
Behind who?
Behind Soulja Slim
I wrote this rap for the niggaz doin' time
But they supposed to be your lady on they mothafuckin' mind, now
You know a hoe gon' be a hoe
And a nigga gon' be a nigga
For sho so how ya figure?
That your old lady keepin' it tight
She told ya that she loved ya on the phone, and just got fucked last night
Now how I know that self explanatory shits
Elementary hoes been gettin' full of that dick soon as that nigga touch the
pennitentary
At random, cause I done slammed to say my man in jail
Bitch I can't tell, cause you ain't give me the pussy yet
And I'ma vet
I got some violent conversation
And I'ma hit because them tits a mothafucker
Well, why don't you, hook a nigga up, yeah?
Write me bitch, I'll write you back
I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that
Yeah, think about a nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah
Write me bitch, I'll write you back
I'm locked off in my cell, don't act like that
Say WooTay(pronounced Wu-Dey)
Whyyyyyy?
Say WooTay
Woo None
Looky yo my nigga
What's this?
It's goin down
It's goin down
[Chorus: x2]
Watch these niggas
And watch these bitches
WooTay
WooTay
Cause these niggas and and these bitches show 'nuff stop killas
WooTay
WooTay
[Souljah Slim]
Out to get Dirty
With them dogs Underhouse
All the time Souljah Slim be into no doubt
Niggas Check
With 'em never ever disrespect
Protect yo neck
Cause them CutThroats and them bullets
I see ya watch me
Try to copy
Picked up my slang
Now down 2 close range
Puttin them thangs
All I do is hang
Me touch uh-huh
You expire
Want some fire?
Got a Brigade for yo click if you gon' riot
You dead
But now I've been tryin to chill from splittin wigs
Tryin to do my rap thang and take care of my kids
I know you niggas friendly
But caps for the goasts
But some get goasts
Before you get roast
Like some beef
Cheek
[??????]
Back me
Blast me
It's hard 2 black
It's some harmful black
Got a map
For 1 in the chamber
And a clip in my pocket
You think I'm trippin?
Watch how quick
I start to clippin
Just cause I'm ¿Ahre Ahre? don't mean I'm slippin
[Chorus: x2]
Watch these niggas
And watch these bitches
WooTay
WooTay
Cause these niggas and and these bitches show 'nuff stop killas
WooTay
WooTay
I'm Frustrated
Cause Souljah Slim is being Souljah hated
By so many
Niggas that aren't worth a fuckin penny
Don't be no Hater
There's no need for Violence This Albums
Shit's Real
We'll bully all the madness
Steal
What u can feel
You know the deal
Souljah Fo Life
You Got it right
Coming from the Darkside
When I bring niggas with they bite
So getcha own
Cause I'll be sittin by my phone
I'll be waitin
For you rappers with all your motherfuckin fakin
Fakin
Hold 'em out by the 2s of ¿?
"WooTay"
There ain't no need
For yo beggin me please
You can scream and holler til u lose your voice
It was your choice for me to take ya
You never heard what I do to haters
Don't ask me what the Darkside is all about
All you need to know is that it's located in the Dirty south
How come the Business ain't coming back into the light
Likewise
You been invited at the same time
[Chorus: x2]
Watch these niggas
And watch these bitches
WooTay
WooTay
Cause these niggas and and these bitches show 'nuff stop killas
WooTay
WooTay
Y'all ¿beenkeeps? start hittin
Y'all worryed this nigga
I ain't been home a Monday
That ain't got 6 fix
Fuckin with these TRU niggas'll make ya money out the asshole
Fuckin right
Hittin No Limit
Like Pac hit that ¿room?
I kno you heard me on the radio
WooTay
I kno you seen my fuckin video
WooTay
I shine with a presidential
And off the ShowRoom Floor
I drove a 9 8 ¿?
[Chorus: x2]
Watch these niggas
And watch these bitches
WooTay
WooTay
Cause these niggas and and these bitches show 'nuff stop killas
WooTay
WooTay
Watch 'em
Watch 'em
Watch 'em
Watch 'em
Watch 'em
wootay
What's Happening with you Slim Baby
Aight It's the Nigga they call Souljah Slim
With 9 8s ya heard me
Back up in this bitch with dis man's ?bounce? shit
For the real Souljahs and the real Souljettes
Shit Get Real
[Chorus:]
Now when i say What's Up y'all say what's out
Now WHAT'S UP what's happening
WHAT'S UP what's happening
Now the name of this shit is called what's up what's out
Now WHAT'S UP what's happening
WHAT'S UP what's happening
[Souljah Slim]
I told alot of talk that i retired from ?bounce?
But that don't mean it stops like the nigga nigga
Fuckin holes pop
Open up shop
Close down shop that's had it
Open from 9 'o clock
Non-stopping til the early morning
We got the niggas that playin cool
But there ain't nuthin wrong with representing where you from fool
Me, Myself I'm from Uptown
Representing Projects
Where you from? Uptown
I hear ya shakin down
[????????]
If you down with this shit
Repeat after me and go
If you down with this shit Repeat
[Chorus: x2]
Now when i say What's Up y'all say what's out
Now WHAT'S UP what's happening
WHAT'S UP what's happening
Now the name of this shit is called what's up what's out
Now WHAT'S UP what's happening
WHAT'S UP what's happening
Now I'm not tryin to tell you nigga to put yo guns up
Yo pussy guns
If a nigga runs up the Wrong way
Yeah kill 'em
Because we're tryin 2 have a good time
You know us niggas, we annoyed
Cause them niggas starting lies
And drinkin [??]
And fuck with the misses
They be makin ?eddie? bounce
Like pussies that don't fuck with the bitches
That be ?smell at ya?
Cause i'm lookin for a firebred
Off red and black
[??] holler at me
When I get off the Stage BOOM
Bring a lady friend
I got a ?pile? for her too
But right now I'm tryin to get this bitch Outragous
Now I want them niggas that are fuckin hoes
And twartin pussy like it's Contagious
It's like a nigga's used 2 bein 49
Big Man, a roller
Stringlinein Unknown
Then used to be at the clubs goin down
Where all the rappers get the mike and show they ground
Rest in peace Hit man, Pimp Daddy
And Daddy Jones
Kilo G Slim
And my nigga nigga
The Slum nigga
The Real nigga
He was [??] from the front to the back, my nigga
[Chorus: fade out]
Now when i say What's Up y'all say what's out
Now WHAT'S UP what's happening
WHAT'S UP what's happening
Now the name of this shit is called what's up what's out
Now WHAT'S UP what's happening
[chorus x2]
You gone get what the fuck you came fo
I got that shit you wanna bust my brains fo
It could be this nigga, that, niggat this, nigga that
But you gone get what the fuck you came fo
[Soulja Slim]
Yeah I'm comin 'round ya'll muthafuckin set, wit my gun in my hand
Not to kill ya, just to get it off my chest like a man
I use ta, fuck wit cha, now I gives a fuck about ya
Tryna jack a jacker?, bitch I'll blow ya mama house up
You know how we do, them 3rd ward nigga
Don't fuck wit Soulja Slim, I gotta grave yard nigga
They say ya'll niggas gettin beside yourself
Ya playin wit cha life gone jeprodize ya'self
I'ma natural born, hustla hitta, go getta, 6 Co' fa
sho nigga, whoa nigga, you aint sayin nothin
I'm sprayin somethin, I'm willin to die behind mine
My AK pump the party, that's my Partners n Crime
If you only knew, what goes on in my mind
I see murder, and do murder, fuck it, I'm "Trapped in Crime"
It's kinda hard for me, to walk a straight line
I'd rather give a nigga somethin 'fore I let em take mine
[chorus]
[Trenity]
I heard these niggas wanna murder me, bury me, carry me, back to the grave
Was first, bein in a hearse, or bein in a cell block packed wit the slaves
Get smacked in the face, tried to see my body stacked in the case
A lack of the trace, I don't never get out tracked in a race
Cause I'm that nigga that learned to respect the game that my ho's gave me
And aint no need of me livin for God cause I know heaven can't take me
And the devil can't make me, Not prison or them bullets can break me
I done went from leg wounds to the head wounds, what you been thru lately?
I tried to be down to earth but it's like I'm slowly fallin off it
I'm by the bridge awaitin hell, but I'm ready to walk across it
Let-a-nigga-chalk-it, let it come and find the human target
Cause nigga I married the game and we left 4 blood stains at the Paupet
And I'm still lost to the world, but if you wants it come and get me
But I aint that nigga to be sittin around thinkin bout what you did me
This nigga done bent me, this bitch gone fell me all in his kidney
Bitch I'ma soulja for life and I'm too real for you to sell or rent me
[chorus]
[12 O'Klock]
Papa was a rollin stone, had a hat filled wit dice
Taught me "Son get yo own, give no ho your life"
Thru struggle, there's progress, I'ma livin testimony
I went to Range Rovers and writin checks, when I
started out as a junkey, Fuck Love!
I don't trust love, I don't need love in this picture
Cause the one you choose to love, no doubt, will be the one to get cha
Actin off of impulse, is a weakness fools keep (damn fools)
Thinkin wit the index finger, gets many put to sleep
What goes around comes around, I don't believe that friend
Cause if you let me get you now, I'm bound to strike again
How you live is how you die, that's words of the good book
But I was born into this sin, So I guess I'ma die a crook
A man that stands for nothin, falls for anything, and
A man that stands for somethin, calls for many things
Me, I'm like Clint Eastwood, wanna Fist Full of Dollars
Fuck the bitches, fuck the fame, just give me the power
[Hook]
You bootin up, you bootin up nigga, you bootin up, ha
You bootin up, you bootin up nigga, you bootin up
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
[Soulja Slim]
Soulja, soulja tell me how you do it
First you need Dani for some cut throat music
I'ma give you the game nigga peep this out
Just put ya mask on ya face just let 'em see ya mouth
This original, down south bounce shit
Gotta give it up to ???? who invented the shit
Rest in peace to DJ Irve you had them trigga mans locked
I was to young to go and ghost so I was standin outside
That was way back then, when I was sellin rocks
Bounce was the shit then niggaz gave me my props
I'ma six court nigga, Magnolia nigga
They beefin on LaSelle and they beefin on Willow mayne
Fuck them niggaz, they ain't talkin bout nothin
They don't feel how I feel bout my projects, they stuntin
I aim it at ya head and let this bitch off
Juvenile is my dawg and thats how we set it off
[Bridge x4: Soulja Slim (Juvenile)]
Whodi (Wassup)
I got a k' (Wassup)
And I don't play (Wassup)
[Juvenile]
I ain't too fine in fuckin wit niggaz, cuz most of them hoes
They get exposed, clipped and flipped in the road
burn him and his car and his clothes
Know some killas that'll provide me with help
But thats not really necessary, Juve wilin' hisself
So where ya going, wassup, hope it ain't outside son
Look I don't jot a foot in the club without my gun
I'ma boss wit these hoes, niggaz can stop my fun
Cheezy, this gon run and go tell the cops what I done
If I don't like ya, I'll fight ya, I'll cut ya
I'll kill ya, in fact, I'll show ya hoes how a guerilla could act
Me, Slim and Wack carry the hood on our back ya understand me
I do this for love my area my family
I'll kill ya mami, is ya speakin my spanish
Kidnap her ass from Tammies, you cry and she vanish
Asked my guy get out the jammies, Big Boy been nannies
Even when my daddy went frantic, I still wouldnt panic
[Hook]
[Soulja Slim]
I heard Crazy wan' kill me, and Silk want fight
But I've been doin that duck type shit all my life
No, I don't know karate, herb and some silky draws
You located in Victoria Secret full of bras
You don't want none of me, keep it in the studio
Take it to the streets and I'ma really prove that you's a hoe
I wasnt gon' fuck wit ya on the strength C (C-Murder)
But now I'ma fuck over ya on the strength of P (Master P)
I been ready to die, you ain't ready to die
I got shot when I was 17 now I'm 25
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a fuck nigga
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a fuck nigga
I'ma soulja and yall fake niggaz
Cuz I'ma soulja and yall fake niggaz
Cuz I'ma real soulja and yall fake niggaz
Cuz I'ma soulja and yall fake niggaz
[Juvenile]
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya
[Silkk Talking]
Silkk, Slim, P
It's like, we out the game
(What's up Soulja Slim?)
Keep from callin' us
It's like we're never gonna be
(Master P in there, boy)
[Chorus:]
Street life, is the only life we know
(That's all I know) (Huh, nigga, what?)
Street life, gotta hustle for our dough
(I'm just tryin' to get it 'fore I go) (Huh, nigga, what?)
Street life, is the only life we know
(That's all I know) (Huh, nigga, what?)
Street life, gotta get mine 'fore I go
(I'm just tryin' to get it 'fore I go) (Huh, nigga, what?)
[Soulja Slim]
Always live the street life,
Never knew how to treat life
Knew once I get my shit right, it was gonna be right
I see life, and I'm livin' up to my dreams
It was a hard struggle
But that was only just for a nigga to bubble
Some of my people made it, and some of my people didn't
But I'm gonna ball for y'all, big baby
And ball actin' crazy
And watch my back, for the shady nigga tryin' to do me somethin'
I'm ballin' cause my rhyme done threw me something
Hard labor, and hard times
After hard rhymes
Glad I ain't got the glock no more
Takin' what's yours and call it mine
I called my moms' today,
She asked me did I pray?
I told her, I got to, cause the streets I'm roamin' on is one way
[Chorus]
[Silkk]
See the street life be shady
I wonder, if my parents knew before they made me?
That shit's crazy
Will I survive this shit?
Maybe
But see, I've been strugglin' and hustlin'
Ever since my, grandmother was a baby
You think I'd be sayin' to myself
How many more days you leave jail?
When I can be on the street with my peep nigga
Countin' some mill
Hypnotized by fast thangs, fast cars and fast bitches
I'm tryin' to have fast things, can you dig it?
(What's up?)
Hopin' outta 4 doors
(What you mean?)
Sittin' low in low-low's
Never fuck with, no I don't know hoes
For sho' hoes
Come from the South and no doubt I wear jibo's and polo's
Everything I ride is chrome and mo-mo's
Cant' trust a few, cause that's a no no
You gotta watch your back, cause niggaz will jack
That's why I stay strapped with 4-4's
See, I'm tryin' to have enough money to turn every project into a condo
Every nigga I don't like, to wino's
and every girl that alright, to fine hoes
And my next contract
Negotiate for 89 O's
Now see, the street life be hard, but I still drop the top
And niggaz be lookin' at me all mad, so I cock the glock
Street Life
[Chorus]
[Master P]
These eyes, they see killas and fiends,
From the Calliope To Magnol, to the, meant for me
Nigga, times done changed
I mean its crazy
Dear mama, won't you pray for your baby?
I'm tired of bein' broke
So I'ma keep mines out here with this weed and coke
Young nigga, rollin' with the ballers
Live my life for the day, cause there ain't nothin' promised for tommorow
But, I'ma ball till I fall
And represent No Limit till they put my name on the wall
To my niggaz in the penn, stay strong
And real niggaz, Uh!!
Ride till we make it home
[Talking]
Niggaz ride till they make it home nigga
Street Life nigga
Real street niggaz
Street Life
Mothafuckin' street life
Got us caught up
Soulja Slim
Only life we know
Silkk The Shocker
Ya heard me?
Master P
This for all the real niggaz out there
From the North to the South, to the East, to the West
Calliope, Magnolia
To the mothafuckin' world nigga
To the world
Real niggaz unite
Huh, nigga, what?
Ain't no mothafuckin' playa hatin'
We all about the mothafuckin' green nigga
Paper chasin'
All that fake shit
We gon' ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
Whats up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my mothafuckin' No Limit Soldiers
Y'all don't hear me nigga, whats happenin'?
For Life
C-Murder
Cut the mothafuckin' lights out nigga
Ya heard me?
[Soulja Slim]
This that shit here, yep (yep), the Cut Throat Comitty ya understand
We about to tell ya how we get down ya understand (ya understand)
[Chorus: Soulja Slim & Damien]
This dat shit dat they don't get but they all been waitin' for
Real niggas its cool you can grab a bitch & head str8 to the dance floor
An make her wobble dat thang nigga (wobble it, wobble it)
Make her back it up nigga (back it up, back it up)
Make her catch dat wall nigga (catch it, catch it)
Back it up & make it fall nigga (hey, hey)
[Soulja Slim]
It's the C-O-M-I-T-T-Y
I be Cut Throat muthafucka til' the day that I die
Tha Lac park outside if you want a ride
But I gotta get some skull once ya off inside
I'm the P-I-M-P of the 2G's
Niggas don't tempt me I'll leave it empty
I'm from where the souljas be
Magnolia project off of Willow Street
[Damien]
If You can work dat thang baby
An you can back it up baby
Then you can ride in my truck baby
An let me off in them guts baby (hey, hey)
[Soulja Slim]
I'ma project dog wit the lease off
You niggas wanna know the game I'm gonna teach yall
I'm the nigga put the cut on the hot sauce
An got the bitches in the club wanna take it off, now drop dat (drop dat)
[Chorus]
[Trinity]
Real niggas in the back here's whatcha do
Grab a bitch, grab a gat & raise the roof
An if a nigga soulja hatin' on ya let 'em go
An if this hoe is kinda diggin' on ya let her blow
Bust nuts like we bust gats
You niggas better watch ya dome fore' we bust dat
Cut Thraot Comitty to the bone & we don't play
Hundred round drum cocked makin' headway, whodi
Bitch nigga get somewhere
Fore' this thang go off & you get hit somewhere
Don't check me check dat hoe, she chose
Fore' she get yo chest pumped fulla bullet holes
We can do it civilized if it want be
Pop Dom P, ball til' I fall, me
Swap a hoe nigga fuck a hoe, they can ride
It's gon' us til' the pakin' lot pimp outside, right
[Chorus]
[12 O'Klock]
Look ma I find it hard to let you walk by
I know you sick of these lame niggas that talk fly
Probaly sayin' I'm ghetto because I spark lye
Tryna take ya from the burbs to the darkside
You wanna ride we can slide in the Expedition
Play ya cards right & you can be the next to glisten
Before we bounce make sure to tell yuor ex to listen
When in the Marriott tryna find ya best postition
You got me lost the way ya back it up & wobble on it
Ma I'm willin' to put up 5 & my bible on it
Catch in the game but it'll change if I get up on it
Beat that thang up like me & you was boxing opponents
Gettin' paid cause you in for a long night
Don't be ashamed cause boo you put on a strong fight
But game is game & 12 O' Klock don't make no promises that he can't keep
An ain't a corner darker enough to were we can't creep
[Chorus]
[Damien]
[Soulja Slim]
Man I sure don't need them dick suckers fuckin' wit me right now brah
Man I'm muthafuckin' high right now man, shhh, fuckin' wit a nigga
[Chorus: x2]
It's hard to maintain this soulja life mentality
If it be a tradgedy, dem white folks come & hassle me
Gon' slam me down & wrestle me, just to put on handcuffs
Then charge me wit resistance when they told me throw my hands up
[Soulja Slim]
Just cause I'm a black man, push a 2G Lac an
Mouth fulla golds an my neck & wrist frozen
They label me a drug lord supplyin' the 3rd Ward
When I only push some Ghetto D wit Master P & my Tank Doggs
Money in the bank dawg, dem haters don' like dat
Bitch this ain't the slave days, us niggas gon' fight back
You crackers can write dat all up in the magazines
Put me on a T-V screen & I'm gon' say the same things
You can call me racist, black man in this white world
I'm sick seein' sell out niggas married to these white girls
Knowin' they the enemy, can't never be no friend of me
I just get my dick sucked, nut in they mouth instantly
They ain't nothin' but freakshows, you feel dats what you need though
While you off at work or somethin' she fucked one of yo people
Now you want to kill somethin', pull of you an O.J.
If you ain't got the dream team then you ain't winnin' yo case
I get all up in yo face & call you a straight house nigga
I know yo gon' press charges on me,
Whip my pistol all up in yo mouth, nigga
[Chorus]
[Soulja Slim]
Black man kill a black man, it's cool they lovin dat
Black man kill a white man & the sentencin' him to death
White man kill a black man then scream about selfdefense
Break it down to manslaughter wit all of the evidence
Ever since I been here, been nothin' but sin here
I done backed up out the game just to persue my career
So I'm gon' say this loud & clear, muthafuck the white man
Ku Klux Klan talk shit but they don't want start shit
Niggas today ignorant, especially my little generation
Squeeze triggers wit no hesitation for any kind little of altercation
Rappin' is my occupation but I'm still ride wit my pistol though
An drop the top on the low low so I an feel the wind blow
Pull up on side of white folks, smile show every gold I got
Smokin' on some sticky sticky but yall like to call it pot
Young black man callin' shots, middle finger to all the cops
Suck a nigga dick pullin' ya glock out for a little traffic stop
[Chorus]
It's hard to maintain this soulja life mentality
If it be a tradgedy
[Soulja Slim]
Yall know what they gonna do ya understand, these niggas out chea
Talkin' bout a nigga hatin' on them, what the fuck you talkin' bout a
Nigga hatin' on you bitch ass nigga, you know who hatin' on you
Tha D-A & the judge hatin' on yo bitch ass nigga, the police's & all
That type of shit nigga, fuck you talkin' bout a nigga hatin' on you
[Soulja Slim]
Yep, I need a top boss bitch in my factory, ya heard me, my boss bitch
They say dat we was of tha same kind & ain't lyin'
But at dat time I did shit to fuck ya like you was mine
Turn tha ghetto bitch boss & let her floss
It don't make dollars it don't make sense dat pussy cost
Break it off & when you get it brang it to me
Split it down tha middle, you get 2 I get 3
I wouldn't call it pimpin', they thank pimpin' played out
Still tha same cept Soulja Slim shit layed out
Put cha on your feet to keep ya neat, nigga speak
Not only dat she make a nigga wanna eat
Nigga tweak for a big booty & a smile
Might hurt me later on but don't hurt now
Sendin' good pussy on this mission to fuck this faker
Figure maker, perpatraitor, a soulja hater
Thank he boss cause he fuckin' my ghetto hoe
But I'm off in his baby momma & tha nigga never know
An I'm slick side doggin' it at random
Met her at Bayou Classic, when Southern played Gramblin'
She was pushin' yo Expedition, tell me if I'm wrong?
Tha bitch tinted, grill fitted, sittin' on chrome
Followed me home in yo shit, tore tha pussy up
Bust a nut, left a soulja rag in tha truck
remember dat, dat was me, actually
I did it on G-P for tha dog nigga up in me
[Chorus x2: Soulja Slim]
All hoes get layed, boss bitches get paid
I see somethin' in ya, we can blow up like tha world trade
Slang dat ass, make dat cash, brang it back to me
You be tha top boss bitch up in my factory
[Soulja Slim]
Now back to my hoe I lie to, said I die for,
My whole life I thank I cried enough
Still hype enough to keep my paper steady comin'
Heads up, where they at? I hear 'em drummin'
I'm hotter than tha gun dat killed Martin Luther King
That why tha fuck I can't floss on Narizen
Dat light green sticky sticky got my vision blurry
Head buried underground, feel like I smoked a pound
Shake down, give it up, drop it like it's hot
Me & tha Bossalinie close & open up shop
It's understood dat you ain't nothin' but my boss bitch
Double cross me get cha head knocked off bitch
To tha river ya go buck naked wit out no clothes
Bullet lodged to ya dome, bust open asshole
Disrespect tha code get ya self fucked over
Got cha pysched all tha way out there behind Soulja
I played them hoes, I'm a cold blooded ass nigga
I done it to ya girl, look here don't get mad nigga
I done dat bad nigga but fuck you know what's happ'n
I lay ya down, I'm a dog here besides rappin'
[Master P talking]
Check this out
When ain't nothin' else happenin'
And ain't no more money
The only nigga gon' be here for me, huh
Is the nigga that made me, my mama
Ya heard me?
[Soulja Slim]
I thank the Lord I got my mind right
My lifestyle was drastic
Tryin' to avoid the casket
Don't want my son to be a bastard
But y'all wouldn't know
But I seen that a couple of times
The Lord talked to me
Told me put the foolishness behind
It's not worth dying
Tryin' to represent where ya come from
Or makin' beef, because you feel like your that big G
I went the same way, but today, I'm on a higher level
I'm on a paper chase and runnin' behind it like a rebel
I want it all
So me and my mama can ball
The only one that pushed me up, in my downfall
And my pop, been in pennitentaries
10 wasted years
My mama wasted tears
But she brought me up, by herself, without no help
Used to catch whippings with a leather belt
But that ain't stop nothin'
I was a Soulja always into stuff
Elementary school I'm cuttin'
Gettin' caught wrote on the B roll
Mama, come sign me out
I don't like these phony people
Down here to come sign me out
Come bomb me out central lockup
I shoulda put the glock up
And the two quarters I rocked up
[Chorus: Master P]
Mom, I love you cause you made me
But pray for your baby cause this ghetto got me crazy
[Trenitty]
I remember Indo sticks and concrete bricks
Dope fiends fix, Deathrow cliques
That pops them shits
Takin' hits
Had to make more grits
Than a homeless man, hungry man
Had to watch my mom twerk here body, for a ceilin' fan
Pops incarcerated so I hated as a child
But as I grew, I got to knew him so I dug his style
Livin' foul, the law was: get it how you live
Friend or foe, never forgive, crack that niggaz rib
By any means ness, get your cake support your fam
Don't give a damn, robbin' neighbors for some ham
Even spam was a good dish
See we was poor, when we were sick, moms made us well with a kiss
I'm through, my most respect is due, so I spits my gat
Cracks my back
Makin' sure she gets the lack
So well deservin'
Pervin' in some shit I bought her
That's what she told us: remeber that blood is thicker than water
Soulja Slim
Only for the real, niggaz who I fuck with
Know what I'm sayin'?
REal niggaz gon' feel this shit
Cause its only who I fuck with
Know what I'm sayin'?
Show by hands
Put 'em up in the air if you bout makin' dollars
And you be bout this real shit
That be to hard to swallow
Come, follow?
Me to the land
The home of the soldiers
If not committed they we'll cut throat ya
Play brawl then go to
Soldier streets but don't sleeps
And shots to knock ya off ya feet
Specialise in assassinatin', all bustas who be soldier hatin'
My bodygaurd is the Lord
My eyes in the back of my head
My dogg, a born killa
Treal nigga
Been runnin' with me since I was small
Alot of y'all probably know him, then again ya probably don't
Cause its sung to strugglin' that be ridin'
With head biters in the trunk
Elliotts name was double crosser
He'll double cross ya, when he woulda taught ya
Told me not to get my hand dirty
He'll be my nigga tosser
Tellin' me to do my rap thing
Dont let a nigga bring ya out there
Just chill, and make my mills
With my skills and keep it real
Chorus-1:
That's a, born killa
1- A treal nigga
2+3- Big time, dope dealer
A real nigga, that get it how I live on it
Fuck with born killas, dope dealers and real niggaz
Ill niggaz, and treal niggaz
That get it how the live nigga
Born killaz
Dope dealers
And treal niggaz
That get it how they live
The real niggaz, stay real
And the fakes stay face
And you's a busta type nigga
Then stay the fuck outta my face
Because I'm tryin' to stay busta free
But y'all not hearin' me
Its nuts or cuffs
Get it how you live, on these city streets
And every nigga roam,
Gotta be Bout It Bout It
Niggaz pourin' syrup in the game
They not bein' solid
And thats the busta type
Niggaz I can't fuck with so I stay my distance
And run with real soldiers that love me
Only a handfull, duck and holler back
Real niggaz for sure got my back
All about the combat
All of the rest of 'em dead
Bread, ridin' red
A big dope dealer I used to fuck with doin' time in the vet
No need to say his name, my nigga used to slang them thangs
O-Z's and kilos
Heard the smack mayne
He used to give me grams
Never wanted to give me weight
He knew my habit, had me out there, he was goin' to get blazed
I respect that by me bein' an addict
I was, here I had to snort about half a gram to get me a buzz
Chorus-2
I got sent to the old jail, where alot of niggaz don't survive
I rolled on the teir bout a quarter of five
Got up early in the mornin'
Four feet up old mill
Guess who till rep
My dogg Cheer Will
He gave me five scoops, cause I just rolled in
But I gave that shit away
Cause my head bone bent
A murder charge in three attempts
What the fuck you expectin'?
I'm facin' life in prison, with a leathal injection
But these dick suckin' DA's
They refuse the charge
I rolled off B1, makin' boo-koo noise
Screamin' those bitches can't hold a Soulja like me down
Then my pajamas, socks and T-shirts, with a tank from uptown
I ain't stay out, cause thirty days
I come right back in this bitch
Probation violation, gotta do a year in six
I bet you dick suckers won't see me
No mothafuckin' more
I got big plans, ya understand?
By slangin' lyrics like dope
To all my people locked down, y'all be home in a second
Just keep it real, and stay treal and make them bitches respect ya
You know how I'm coming (uh huh)
You know exactly how I'm coming
(I'm telling you) It don't stop
Shit don't stop
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
My jacket consist of
Batteries on robberies, pistol charges, and murder
I know I'm the realest nigga ya heard of besides 'Pac
Got niggaz screaming Soulja from the street to the cell block
[Verse 1]
You bitch u
Soulja Slim and his committee is coming to get'chu
My mag 90 bullets hit'chu and split'chu
In half, let a bitch boy stab
Won't last up against these motherfuckers that use to taking blood baths
I been smoking blunts with the devil thats why my eyes are red as the fuck
Now tell me do I look like the type that will be scared to bust?
Well guess what? I'm screaming out murder me and I'm vest up
Chest up
Test nuts
Watch up while I fletch ya
You bitch made and I'm self made
Magnolia Calliope Melph made
I get through like a scale blade
And Kunta Kinte your left leg
I play surgeon and I'll be splurgin
In anonymous nasty big bourbons
Don't stunt dog
Whatever I say I'll come wit'cha I'll come dog
I'ma get mine for the two G's
Take it for I say please
I fuck with twirkers not the twirkees
Put it long will give a nigga the herpes
So I stay back, I mean way, y'all didn't notice how I say that?
Well motherfuck y'all hated waving on three G's laid back
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
At one time we was click tight
What the fuck going on? I just come home my shit ain't going right
Everybody branching off doing they thang
Some of 'em in the studio and some of 'em they slang
Thats how it go I know this rap shit ain't gone last forever
So I stash chedda for hard times flip it to make it better
I can take ten G's and make twenty more ten G's with that
I'm from the 6 'co circle where all the hustlers at
You busters skat get from round me with all that junk claiming
In ninety-five I ran in Tara Lane and bust a brain and
Smokin blunts and snortin 'caine with my girl Big Ree
Til I started spooking out thought a nigga was trying to kill me
Nigga feel me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Picture lil daddy think he raw musta forgot I'ma vet
Crushing up his memory and then get him set for the flow of death
I gotta way to make all real niggaz feel my pain
And dem ol' player hating ass fake niggaz look at me strange
Reverse the game, Fuck his head up leave him in the middle of the street
Nigga shit ain't tight enough to geep a G with me
Actually, you don't even suppose to be in my presence
So I'ma ask you like a man, (shit) playboy get to stepping
Now if you walk off with that look like you gone get your weapon
And I'ma do ya something for all that stuntin and reppin
Now as the beat on for my flow dont stop
Til I make your girl drop it like its hot
I can run some shit that will make ya pussy pop
It don't matter if you real or not
Play my game and I'll cheat on ya
Pull the rubber off and skeet on ya
Have ya slanging that shit pussy for me on the Magnolia street corner
You's a hoe nigga
You I know nigga
And I put that on all my 6 'co fa sho niggaz
I'm X4L chief of the mag booyay
Fuck what them niggaz doing tomorrow cause I doing my thang today
Thats how I'm living just game giving to make y'all recognize
I been doing this and I ain't never took of my camouflage
[talking]
Ah-ah, Cut Throat to the motherfucking
Bone gristle, you understand me
Fuck another nigga, fuck em
[Hook]
Motherfuck you, and your niggas
Cause me and my niggas, we terrorize niggas
Motherfuck you, and your niggas
Cause me and my niggas, we ride or die niggas
[Soulja Slim]
I spray gats like raid, when the roaches come out
You wanna fuck with the team, then the coaches come out
Holes in your mouth, bullets leaving holes in your house
Ice block so cold, niggas catching a gout
Set I trends, fucking two cat eyed friends
Getting brain in the back, of the cat-eyed Benz
Black eyed lens, looking like M-I-B
When I be, stomping through your VIP
H.N.I.C., represent that MP3
Fuck you, you ain't getting nothing from me
But hot lead to your dome, black thick and chrome
That's all I tote, sticky-ayo that's all I smoke
Now there I go rambling, but I could back it up fast
Catch you in the club, I scuffle your bitch ass
Brigadors be down to die for me, soldiers be down to ride for me
Bistanders do get hit, no apologies
[Hook x2]
[Curren$y]
Now when the 4-4's, come out
You'd think your whole click was Ludacris, the way they rolling out
It's Curren$y the Hot Spitter, I control the South
Look at who I be around, then you'll know what I'm bout
Brah you don't want me, to come through
Cause one pop out the glock, I'll leave your fat head with a sun roof
Please understand me, brah when my album drop
Me and C-Murder, bringing guns to the Grammy's
Hoes loving on me, so these niggas can't stand me
But they know I got the heat, like Miami
Hot Spitter got loot, growing like mildew
That with the cameras, instead of the rearview
Hit you point blank range, I ain't even near you
My niggas ain't from Pittsburgh, but we'll steal you
Riding on chrome, all 21 and up
Yours under 18, can't even get in the club so
[Hook x2]
[Tre-Nitty]
Murder instincts we speaking, tweaking
And leave a nigga, leaking on the concrete
You run up with cowards, all I got is one nigga behind me
At a time to cover my back, and other than that
Ain't too many niggas, gon cover my tracks
So I feed him, with a long handle
Man I'm in the desert, and surviving is a strong gandle
So I can't be walking, in the wrong sandles
Feeling like all I got, is me myself and I
Don't know too many, that I can leave my wealth and die
Empty, cause I know that drama will only increase
And who's gonna carry me, when I'm trapped under them bed sheets
Sealing the sheets with hot blood, niggas steady saying they got love
And I'm the one laying with hot slugs, shit I've been there
And any nigga that I fuck with, is just like me
So when we beefing, that's the nigga you just might see
But everybody claiming know 12, saying we blow wells
And how I hung with him, but can't say what I done with him
[Chorus: x2]
[Soulja Slim]
Me and My cousin we stay bustin
Head busters off top
[Full Blooded]
It ain't no thang to let 'em hang
And watch them pistols go pop
[Soulja Slim]
If it ain't no thang to let 'em hang then watch these pistols pop
Then it ain't no thang to let 'em hang and see a nigga drop
My pistol cocked
And it stays like that
Me and my cousin we keep our A-k's like that
Bout that combat way before I singed with No Limit
I been a soldier
3 steps from Magnolia
Use to jack it if I was sober
Get it how I live
Now picture me takin over
This whole rap biz
Tell it how it is
And give it to you raw as I could
Take it how you wanna
As long as the shit understood
Smokin on backwoods
Filled with some shit we got from L.A.
My cousin told me
We got a flight today
Okay so I pack my bags and get ready for the trip
You know I'm a redrummer so I stash 4 clips
I'm vest out In case a nigga might try to blow my chess out
We ridin on the plane sessed out
[Full Blooded]
It's automatic quick as I can say it I got's to have it
Let me get that out ya Let me get that with ya
Then I hit ya
In ya face
Got me waking up the whole damn place
Mother fuckers hittin lights
In the middle of night
(Who huh what damn)
You see me on TV
In the metro where the murderers on the hitlist p
Well get with it shit's real
Fuckin world is like a movie
One minute I'm waking every nigga
The next minute I'm with the oozie
Got us ridin thru deep
Thru the U-P-T
Some nigga lookin for my cousin heard he ask about me
Why this shit has to be
Is what my girl keep asking me
I'm doing something, whatever it is got these niggas after me
So we lay camouflage behind dark tent
Got enough shit to leave all 4 corners bent
Puttin this bitch in reverse hittin that nigga thru my windshield
I'm a die with my lil cousin before I leave him there to get kill
[Chorus: x2]
[Soulja Slim]
That iron a get yall mind right I know how it feel
Matthew givin a fuck (Full Blooded: man mo murder mo kill)
Shit's real and this shit bout to go down
My cousin a real hound
He can smell it tell it
[Full Blooded]
[sniff]
I smell murder [sniff] I smell beef
Them niggas over there by the pole soldiers tryin to be low key
[Soulja Slim]
Uhh Huh Them niggas just don't know that we got them on beam
And I don't like that nigga over there anyway
With that camouflage green
[Full Blooded]
NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA
Fuck that shit
Up your shit
Let's make it happen round this bitch
With that nigga Pokey we die rich
[Soulja Slim]
So we with wits
To slangin that iron
Bloods thicker than water niggas don't mind dying
[Full Blooded]
So we gave it to 'em raw
Wasn't even no war
Go take a ride go get blowed just forget what we saw
[Soulja Slim]
Shit nigga put it in wind then
You know I got bad nerves
This for all the trill niggas from the 17th to the 3rd
[Chorus: Soulja Slim]
Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me
Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me
Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me
Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me
Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me
Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me
Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me
Whodi, wanna make happen nigga
[Soulja Slim]
(Na na na)
Now lets get it started, I fuck shit up on tha Bacardi
You can call it, I be damned if I dat one dearly departed
Glock forty wit 2 other clips stuck beside me
I call tha canon, new & improved dog bitch for tha 90's
I keeps it real, niggas don't wanna let me ball & chill
Fuck wit tha treal still they'll get a nigga killed
So I keep 'em close, don't know 'em, I met 'em on my joce
Cut throat 'em on Magnolia leave body parts on Willow
Dats how we do it, 6 court souljas off top
Keep 'em cocked wit out havin' second thoughts to pop
Uptown dats where I was born & raised
Chastised by veterens in they army brigades
When I grew up I wanted to just like them
Look at me now retired veteren, Soulja Slim
Alot of souljas made it & alot of 'em didn't
It ain't easy bein' a soulja takes alot of wig splittin'
Unforgettin' ghetto livin' to tha day dat I die
Fabolous, dangerous weighin' 195
I got scuffle like Holyfield but I gets ill like Mike
For them nigga snakes I bite
When I write (grrr)I bite back,
Picture dat, nigga raw doggin' it
Got tha industry on lockdown & I'm hoggin' it
I got what cha lookin' for & what cha want
Huh don't play no games you know your do's & don'ts, what
[Chorus]
[Soulja Slim]
Nigga just shot my dawg Double Crosser
Beef is on, heat is on, tweekin' for leakin' domes
Make it known when I come home clear tha whole corner
Somebody gon' die when my & my army ride
You niggas jive, who gonna thank me & my dawg won't kill ya
Had ya down dad should of let my dawg steel ya
Bustarized, realized, we crucifized, homicide
Lookin' for me wit tha chinese eyes
Gold grill from tha back to tha front, mask on
Done a walkby & got my blast on
See me when I beef I can't sleep
I creep creep, lay low like a sniper & che, che
Day & night hopin' I catch my prey right
I hate tha light but I can't run from a gun fight
Soulja type & I refuse to lose my life
Been inticed by tha devil but I love Jesus Christ
So what dat tell ya, I'm gon' kill ya if I haveta
Thank it's a game when it ain't no fun & laughter
Blast ya ass then get ghost like Casper
I'm bout it bout it, I just ain't no good ass rapper
[Chorus]
[Krazy]
(What)
In tha projects thugged out slangin' for cheese
Head bustin' any nigga holdin' them ki's
Puffin' weed daily, thuggin' in public
Tha bitches give me head cause tha hoes they love me
Say goodbye to them bitch niggas they work for tha feds
I can't be caught wit cha when they bust yo head
Ski masked wit a hundred rounds lookin' for fire
Downtown niggas clearin' watch them niggas expire
We ride fo' deep in a Caddy wit Swab
I don't love head bustin' im just doin' my job
Iberville is what I scream lookin' for danger
Hundred rounds in my chopper realesin' my anger, now
The streets made me, you know they did, 6th Street, Magnolia Street, c'mon
M...A...G...N...O..L, I, A, thats the home where the souljas stay
[Chorus-2x]
You niggaz claim to be a soulja, but you souljas ain't no souljas
I told ya and I showed ya, I'm a soulja for life
Now what you hear is what you get, from a nigga like me
Uncut, raw shit, all I know is the streets
[Soulja Slim]
I got these niggaz wearing soulja reeboks and soulja rags
I had these niggaz off the porch in '94, snortin' powder bags
Magnolia Slim underground, Soulja Slim to the world
It's all the same, don't get it twisted, still uncut and explicit
Uptown's where I'm listed, look me up in the 3rd Ward
You might find me on the Parkway between Dorgenois and Broad
Smokin' herb, by the curb, but I ain't gone chill for too long though
'Cause on that there block, them white folks be hot
Shoot up to wards Claiborne, make a left cut through Exon
Now I'm on Willow Street, the spot where the killers be
That's where I layed my head for years, I'mma representa
And I ain't talkin' bout this rap shit, nigga respect it or I'll send ya
[Chorus-2x]
[Soulja Slim]
I'm soulja this, I'm soulja that, nigga what, I played the halls
Ran through the cut, 6 Co. fa'sho, The Circle, the killin' field
Where the killers chill, on the real, that been my spot since I was lil'
I can't tell these d's to chill, since Shorty Mike got killed
Open wound still soaked, it's gone heal
I run with trill niggaz, we don't take no shit
If you got it, you better hide it, I still pull off robberies
Ain't a damn thing gravy, ain't a damn thing sweet
My beef they beef, they beef my beef
6 Co. nigga, 6 Co., Cut Throat nigga, screamin' Cut Throat
[Chorus-2x]
[Soulja Slim]
I'm screamin' I'm a soulja 'cause I mean it nigga
From my black soulja reeboks to my beanie nigga
I soulja walk and talk crazy to these bitch niggaz
Its in my blood, what the fuck, I'mma blast that trigga
What you forgot, with the murder charge in '96
Without no evidence, I ain't even do the shit, not guilty
You niggaz should've been killed me
I done came up, me and my souljas bout to fuck the game up, be cool
M...A...G...N...O..L, I, A, thats the home where the souljas stay
[Chorus-2x]
[Soulja Slim talking]
Cut Throat Comitty, the streets made me, the streets made me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus x2]
Either you love me or love me not I'ma be me
I'm known for making promises that I can't keep
And baby the streets made me
And I run 'em 24/7 365 daily
[Verse 1]
Look you knew what you was dealing with from day one
I'm not a lil boy, yeah I'm young with a lot of old vet ways
Its only been a few days and so you say
You love me in a married way, yeah okay
I've been several types of relationships
And I feel your true love don't make no sense
Its all on me if I want this thang to work out
I know your goal is to try trap me that what you heard bout
I aint been home in a few days cause you be traveling
I let you get your mind right cause I aint with the kicking and scratching
I'm on parole, I can't be riding for domestic violence so I stay my distance
When there two ways to beat the pussy up and I'm bout my business
If I gotta beatcha then I don't need ya, let the next man do it
You done ran me away from you now, how you gone prove it
Being stupid, you done lost out
Now its next to the boss bitch with the boss mouth
You know what I'm talking bout
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Son say he seen me distributing something
You know that boy dirty, he didn't see me distributing nothing
So now its back doing jail time all over again
And josphine means bumping running working the pin
I only got 500 for me but I keep ten
But you my number one and you don't suppose to know about them
Deep in your heart you know I'm a true player boy
But its cool I take that nigga I take my player charges
I don't know why you making me promise to come home to you
Yeah I come to fuck but thats bout the only thang I can do
You noticed how I put the truth in front of the player
The world revolves round cane and thats why I take it there
God forgive me but I swear I think I'll never change
And I'm still stuck on that old saying no pain no gain
What said me not to be explain decision ya understand
I'm a man, so I gots to keep the upper hand
You know what I'm saying
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Yeah I got feelings but my first real old lady left with'em
A refuse to give'em back, so I'm rolling like that
What I really loved is gone now
Thats why I stay in another nigga house when he aint home now
Putting that brod down player please don't feel played
She was uptown looking and got herself a true lover head
Your girl and all my hoes got my psyched up
Calling on caddy daddy just to get the right fuck
You best tighten up your game cause it hurting charlie
I pop a rodly feel my game tight than everybody
On the low you don't even know I got her pop it two
And thats just one of the thangs I know you couldn't make her do
It aint nothing for me to take over a strong mind
Even Eve couldn't tell a bitch that love blind
I don't be lying when you asked for something its no's and yes'
She got my name on her thigh, her back, and her chest, like I'm depressed
Chorus(x2)
This for the CarJackaz
Kidnappaz
Murderaz
And burglaraz
Law Breakaz
Money takers
That be armed and dangerous
It's Mandatory
That TRU niggas get all the Glory
Realistic stories
We're not insinuatin
Trying to seperate the real from the fake
It's not in my nature to soulja hate and respect the cause
I'll regulate ya
'Fore i hate ya
And check ya with a phone call
It's a life for them dead ass nigga's phone
When ya get there
I'm Tryin to tell you sum real shit
Neva cause you're sure to get up stankin
Plus i'm fuckin around with this Nigga that's thinkin
About Murder they makin
Verbally shankin'
Niggas its a deadly day
Takin their last breath
Besides you got me stressed out
That's why I stay sessed out
When under the press
Put on the Vest
Ready to take 4, 5 pigs out
Come to my senses
Is it safe to swang out
This Conyac to pass back
To a nigga thats committed
Don't fuck with the hood critics
The real niget
When i redeem that
Peep that
Such a stranger
I'm arwy that's why i love sleepin
When i keep it cocked with 1 in the chamber
All the Criminals ride to this
Law Breakin ass niggas blow up the bonk lay down tha dope and get high to this
Chorus (x2)
Let me take you on this Hustle pull about 70 Gs
Just be quiet, don't say Nathan, watch my back while I ease
Light up the weed lay down the dope so i can feel that rightous
I don't speedballin' with no coke cause i might just keep 'em psyched
I got the skills to be a rapper
Also be a kidnappa
Jacka
Murdera
And a Aggravated Burglara
I didn't do this until TRU, niggaz been doing this shit for a long time
I ball, hustle from the projects takin' your and gettin' mine
¿Crowns aline? with beef Under laws that are made to be broken
That's why each and everyday I be smokin
Hopin' I don't come across no tokens
In a process 187 is a grudge to be left in pri
Only way to take off the leather Versache Jackets we know to take off the
perp
I'm pretty sure u know the procedure
When u see a nigga with a heater
Aint that screamin' let me get that about ya let me treat ya like a bitch
when I squeeze ya
Any 1 of u better not move cause i ain't gonna move no place
And I'm swear i'm gonna release every bullet
And it stops when i'm stichin
My Comprehension is fucked up at this moment, at this time
I don't wanna hear this ?? what used to be yours, now mine
So kiss it
How I live it
How I live is wrong
I was born breakin the law
I guess I get it from my Pa
Chorus(x2)
Slim a nigga gon' kill you
Kill who?
That's knots
Cause i got the Mentality Commin atcha nonstop
You see I'ma insane-type nigga
Never ran a dope with my vein-type nigga
But I get Hostile
When I use my Nostrils
Shit don't stop though
Until i want it to
I'm more than tru
My home commitee
Baby fools
Have you heard the news
Slim whatcha mean?
Whatcha mean
What i mean
What the fuck I said
By you checkin' me out, O I feel played
you need some holes in ya head
I more be loaded
Then my gun be
Understand me
24-7 i bet I get your mind right
Money with this sack 11
On purpose
I run with Twerkas
That twearkya it on up
And i know Dancin
So just be crazy than Charles Manson
Take a chances
Look me eye to eye
Before you die
That's when you Realize
You're fuckin with a soulja 4 life
That Die harder than Bruce Willis
Plus i beef with Killas
That you wouldn't fuck with
But me, a double crosser and duck while I buck, I buck
And they get Dealt with
I done dealt shit like ¿nine?
Plus i don't mind Dying
I have 'em swimmin in a bloody pond
Respect
CarJackaz
Kidnappaz
Murderaz
And burglaraz
Amred and dangerous
[Talking]
What the fuck I was told 1998, 2001
On and on you know how I do it
It don't stop it don't stop
Look Look Look
[Soulja Slim]
Shit's real I'ma tell you this off tops
All my niggas from the Six Code got Glocks
We killers dog, hold sixty dog
On the reala dog, put yo head on the permanent pillow dog
Spit shit raw shit wash shit you want that get that
Get back my dogs bout War, smoke niggas like Humps
Smoke niggas like Gar you don't want to se us in that tinted car
Jumpin' out that bitch screamin' out Aw Aw
With K's n shit The Streets Made Me bitch
So don't ever try to play this shit
Like it's cool I'm a fuckin' fool on the low
Don't ever check a real nigga check a hoe
I'm tellin' ya they gone be smellin' ya
Under the Magnolia I'm a Soldier
[Chorus]
From what I was told again I'm a blow again
Fuck with these hoes again get exposed again
Mystikal Im'a try to duck and dodge the pin
Never goin' back to the hole they threw me in
From what I was told
2001 you know The Streets Made Me
Imagine making it big in this rap game
And you think it's all good
I'm here to tell you it ain't baby
You got every eye in the world on you
You gotta understand these people fear what they don't know
[Chorus]
Imagine life with no jails and no laws
And no harassment on brothers in fancy cars
Now why they wanna trap me, make me a slave
They just mad cause a ghetto nigga break bread [x2]
[C-Murder]
I'm on the ground cuffed up like a dog
Said my cuffs too tight, but they laugh when they see me fall
I guess my skinss too dark for them to hear me
I know they don't like me, for some reason I think they fear me
Quit tripping on my chains and my rangs
I want to hit em, but I didn't cause I maintained
They got me FED's on the scene and they sware I got the cream
And the stolen truck green, canine all up in my jeans
They don't realize I'm a soldier
I had a pissed, ask your son, I know he gotta C-Murder disc
Number one in every record store
Mom and pops tap my phones, but you know I aint slangin rocks
Take me to jail but I tell em take me off the scene
My first call go to P, he put my mind at ease
You told me not to trip cause it's a bigger picture
And if your tank don't put it on TRU, I'm a come and get ya
[Chorus]
[Mac]
Woah, picture life without the crooked cops and without the cell blocks
Would you sell rocks, or would you be like me, I'm shell shocked
And I went through stressin (why), cause I'm already strapped,
bulletproof vesting
Waiting to be tested by the devil on that level
I used to sit on the porch with my uncle Ben
And I watched the murder scene when I was 13, dad, why they come for me
And it made me crazy, and it made me lose my mind
And from time to time it crossed my mind
What if there wasn't a crime
Now Slim, would you kill for me and everything that's true for me
If there was no law, and nobody was superstars
No state trooper cars to follow, you wouldn't have to swallow
Your rocks, so toss the glocks with the hollow
I would kill a rich man and drink his blood, would it bring me riches
Or would I just be selling my soul to them wicked witches
We already in babylon, the world is a ghetto and God is like the don,
nigga wooooah
[Chorus]
[Soulja Slim]
Now we get only get one minute to pray and a second to die
Could you picture the darkside before I let these bullets fly
From out my 4-5 see, I know what you mean
Is it life or that imagine living life with no breath
My imagination's a motherfucker with a bullet stretch
Too much killing, I won't supply the world with a vest
But that's impossible, killing its unstoppable
As long as they got bullets and guns they got niggas thats droppin em
Real niggas from that ????? the world that's all about
Real niggas we won't have a reason to kill niggas, heal niggas
My plane it runs so deep I'm a share it with yall
While my own niggas is trying to cut throat while I'm tryin to ball
[Verse 1]
(So Slim, do you have anything to say to the people?)
I'm a mothafuckin' Fool, and you, test my nuts
not knowin', in guns I trust, and bust and put gats in the dust
you wanted some murder shit, well murder shit is what ya gettin'
I'm verbally spittin', got these niggas scared and shittin'
you fuckin' with the right one, soulja fo life one
ain't no mothafucka like em
where he at, show em to me
and I'm gonna strike em and bite em
and swallow em, for trying to be a follower
my deadly venom instantly kills em like a cobra
leave it up to Magnolia
to shut em down and sober
popped off and tokin' em
break down and stick em and hold em up
and smoke it up with enemies
claim to be friends with me
the whole while they into me
when shit don't make sense to me
whodi got a bently, and whodi got a jag
whodi got a lot of shit that Soulja Slim never had
but, I don't get mad and start hatin, cuz that's bitch shit
if it wasn't for incarceration, I'd a been rich
[CHORUS]
I'm a fool
and I'm one of em, who likes to talk about what I'm about
straight up tell ya to ya face what I'm gonna do
I'm a fool
these niggas fool hoggin, and ho hoggin
drinkin' that hatorade, they don't wanna see me ballin'
I'm a fool
they can't stop me, they hoes jock me
how u luv that, baller block that
I'm a fool
I can hear em sayin it now
that's a fool there, a fool there
[Verse 2]
[knocks on the door]
Who's there?, it's me dog, me?
where the fuck you was at when I was off in the penetentiary
when I was outta sight and outta mind
with only a handful of soldiers by my side,
rest of my so called niggas was jive
but I ain't gonna say no names, cuz they know who they be
so if you thinkin' I'm talkin' bout you, Fuck You
cuz lately, I been feelin' since these niggas tryin' soulja hate me
that they wanna duct tape me
and knock me off, and drop me off, in the Nolia
but I'm shell shocked, clutchin' my glock, bitch I'm a soldier,
beggin around fo some change, and come and get me
and I'm gonna be waitin' on em by myself with my pistols with me
ain't nann nigga gon' ride, like I'm gon' ride for me
and ain't nann nigga gon die, like I'm gon' die for me
believe that, I'm 100% real when ya look me up and down
you can see that, come back in the mix, and I'll be back
to touch somethin', hit somethin' and split somethin'
quit stunnin', ya'll niggas ain't killin' nuttin'
[CHORUS]
I'm a fool
I been there, done that shit
when I'm off in that zone, nigga, tell me run that shit
I'm a fool
Angola bound, uptown
skinny ass nigga weighin' a hundred somethin' pounds
I'm a fool
I represents what I say
ain't no fuckin game here, ain't no instant replay
I'm a fool
I hear em sayin it now, that's a fool there, a fool there
[Verse 3]
(Slim, do you have anything to say to the haters who say you can't
make it on the outside?)
Remember this old sayin' a wise man change
a fool will stay the same
fuck it, blame it on the game
breakin' acid
will I spend my life in a cell block or in a casket
or will I get old and get my groove back like Angela Basset
only time will tell, but until then I'll be stackin' my mail
by album album sells, Magnolia wear dwells
I love them bricks, I love the ghetto hoes
cuz they gon' show ya what they workin' with
a lot of my little dogs, still be gettin' loaded
walkin' around the project with the pistol out, talkin' and snortin'
whodi don't give a fuck, cuz they dealer got em gone
bout that foolishness, and gon' jack somethin' with they jones
they remind me of me, old Magnolia Slim
you can break ya ass off in this sewer water tryin' to swim
oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit
I like them with small waist and nice hips so when I hit it from the back I get a nice grip i be sweating like a dog and i might slip so when i hit i get a tight vice grip
[Hook]
To all my niggas that get high with me
Are ya'll really down to die with me?
Catch a bullet if it fly for me?
Walk by or drive by with me?
[Souljah Slim]
I got niggas that committed that'd die for me
Catch a bullet if that motherfucker fly for me
You see only real niggas ride with me in the back
In the front sippin' on Coniac
I'm blowin big dubs
Rest in peace to all the niggas that I ran wit'
Feel like I'm the last man standing with my gun in hand
Watching my back spooking like I'm on that coke again
Knowing these niggas all in my face ain't my friends
They backstabbers, moneygrabbers
Trying to get what I got
They want my jingles and my pops I think not
I'm getting shot behind mines I thought I told you
I'ma trained for combat soldier
You gone respect Magnolia
Only aiming for the piece above your shoulder
And knock it off with the quickness
I'm all about my business
Murda one, Murda two
If I gotta kill a whole clique I'll kill them motherfuckers too
Nigga who that be's in the darkness
It be me Souljah Slim aiming at his target
Blam-Blam Bodyslam go the victim
Check em partner we killed him
That's how I lick em' a shot
[Hook]
[Trinity]
Point ignorance, vigilance, it be's the prospect
Trinity, cut-throater, Magnolia projects
Flex, respects, that checks better recognize
Don't come with that bullshit Trinity pull shit
A hell upon us to smoke, get full shit
Nigga let's do this
For Souljah Slim G lock cock murder them
Nigga put em' in the wind then
I'ma hit your set and KaBoom it's sin then
Nigga just sin then to the Pit of Less Prophet
with hot shit we send them
Gotta hit from hell, Thought I caught ya'
Nigger Knockers finna chop us we bend them
On the street that it's cut-throat
Them niggas don't know that we lay
Souljah Slim if you say so, rock-a-bye them bitches don't play hoe
[Hook]
[Mystikal]
Up, Up, Up come fly with me
Puff, Puff, Puff come get high with me
Buck, Buck put em' up this is a robbery
Come on nigga get in, I'ma drive just ride with me
But when the shit go down nigga you better be ready to die with me
I see past around the corner come on follow me
I'm drillin' and killin' these bitches until they get tired of me
Old fake dick-in-the-booty-ass niggas don't bother me
Bitch I'm bout' to retire like I hit the lottery
The man wrote it down like that so that's how it's gotta be
I see through you bitches like cheap tint don't lie to me
All in my face showing ivory
[Chorus]
Ya talkin' that shit bitch nigga
Wusup, wusup , wusup, wusup
Better Get Cha Mind Right
What What , Huh what
[x4]
[Soulja Slim]
One lonely Soldier I be
The last real nigga still down with Master P
I do this for the money and I do this for the love
I do this for my Soldiers and I do this for my Thugs
A lot of these rappers ain't talkin' bout nothin'
I don't knock it get ya money nigga
Keep rap hustlin'
But don't go to talkin' that Gangsta shit
Cause I got money
Now what'cha think I'm spend a hit?
You dead wrong my 44 long it won't leave yo head on
I really would knock it off yo Soldier
I'm wild Magnolia never a dirt diver
I got war wounds been in the line of Fire
Shoot that nigga, fuck dat nigga
Lay dat nigga down
Wootay was talkin' shit in the wrong part of town
[Chorus x4]
[Soulja Slim]
I hope you understand that
I'm tellin' you somethin' very beneficial
Cause I own streets machines with bullets
That hold baby missiles
You Lil' Boys artificial playin' with them Lil' Pop pistols
I put hoes in you so deep you see only yo bone gristle
I'm Soldier this I'm Soldier that because I'm Soulja Slim
Third Ward die hog , you really don't wanna fuck with him
I'm from the M-A-G-N-O-L-I-A
Only thing Hot Boy catch the bullets comin' out my K
My dogs write me from Angola and Allen and shit
Tellin' me to hold it down, tellin' me to represent
Ever since they free'd me I've been thuggin' with Krazy
Will I see the jail cell again nigga maybe
Bitch nigga's talk shit they get dealt with
With the quickness me and my people bout business
Better get 'cha mind right on the real
Bitch niggas get killed that's how I feel
[Chorus x4]
[Black Felon]
Say Slim, these hoe ass niggas
They know they ain't bout it
Come through the hood talkin' that shit and
Leave they bitch ass crowded
See where I'm from we lay it down on these
Clowns and busters, tottin' 44 and choppers
Bustin' on mother fuckers
Look dog, y'all keep claimin' on the hood y'all stay
See that's gonna make my job easy so I know where just to spray
See I'ma ride through dog in a four door Lac
Roll the windows and cock it back
Hear that clak clak clak!!!!
[Soulja Slim]
Man these niggas need to be slapped
[Black Felon]
Uh Huh they catchin' the blues
I catch 'em yappin' I ain't slappin'
I'm knockin' 'em clean out they shoes
[X-Conn]
I got shit that shoot missiles dog
Fuck around and have yo relatives missin' dog
Get shot up and and have yo name put on the wall
X-Conn and Soulja Slim that's my Tank Dawg
So fuck y'all
[Hook x2]
Fuck you nigga, I'ma cut throat nigga
You could get from round my ear wit all that other shit nigga
I'll ride for this shit, I'll die for this shit
What you want yo neck slit or get hit with the four fifth, uuh
[Lil Real One]
Bitch I'ma cut throat nigga, hoe we buckin I made ya
My neighborhood don't like me cuz they know I'ma gangsta
They love to call enforcement bout my bad behavior
Cuz I'm quick to grab that shotti and go find my neighbor
Used to flip them ghetto hoes but now I feel like a playa
Man this bone shit done gave a nigga powerful flavor
We'll steal up off yo tank, if you don't get out I'll make ya
Fuck No Limit you owe my nigga some paper
Cut Throat Committee, official we screamin ya bone grizzle
If ya meet this chrome nickel, make ya dome dome wiggle
Its blisterin cold, ya body frozen icicle
Got some shit on ya nose, you prolly got ya wife wit ya, nigga
Pass me that white liquor
Then I'ma show you how I turn into a hype nigga, overnight nigga
Beat a bitch over his head wit a pipe a slice and dice him
Wit a knife I let him know that'll it'll be cut throat for life
[Hook x2]
[Soulja Slim]
Look, I can't neglect that I'm too damn cut throat
My teenage years I was on heroine and coke
Them wild Magnolia ain't shit that you could say about me
Fuck what you going through, lemmie get yours and I'm outtie
Put my tip down, mouthpiece him
I ain't even had a gat I'ma fool like that
Slim don't do it like that there
My hood, yo hood we can do it anywhere
Hand guns, I got em, choppas, I stock em
Keep them thangs nice and earl so there's no problems when we pop em
Say nigga fuck you, I'ma cut throat nigga
You could get from round my ear wit all that other shit nigga
Before a nigga steal ya, put ya in the blender
Fuck ya up so bad till when yo people won't remember
Aint no body fuckin wit us right now
It don't happen overnight but nigga we can show ya how
[Hook x2]
[Twelve A Klok]
I show these niggaz what that A to the K like
If you hustle I show ya how to get ya cake right
If you my bitch I show ya how to twerk and shake right
Make that pussy so fire nigga can't thank twice
A fuckin livin legend
So from this rap shit, the street shit, they feel my presence
Its Twelve A Klok and I ain't talkin bout no time of day
I'm talkin bout the slim nigga that stay behind the k'
Dont give a fuck about ya chest I'm tryna find yo face
And I don't do ya from behind so pick the time and place
I could show you whats on my mind bitch you ain't no gangsta
You ain't nothin close to the way these bitch ass niggaz mangle
I know you see me everyday out on this fuckin corner
No matter how much change I get I'm gon' be on this corner
So if you wanna see some shit then come out on this corner, but if you want this corner
Fuckin wit me you might this whole fuckin corner on ya
[Hook x2]
[Kayotic Da Kid]
Shit, I feel like fuck you nigga
Dont make me hop out and cut you nigga
Right across ya neck
Somebody call the docs cuz he gaspin for his breath
And I hope you niggaz listenin
I'm hopin yall get a better vision
We the future yall niggaz the past tense
I could easily make yall niggaz into the past tense
But I feel yall would fuck wit us if ya had sense
Bandanna round my jammer
[Talking:]
Whats that big baby?
You know whats sound dog
They gon' like this here, ya heard me?
They go like, you know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck 'em
[Chorus:]
From what I was told niggaz say I'm a hit No Limit like Pac,
Hit Death Row and make some mon', now dance hoe
And blow, up like the world trade
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan on fallin'
For the world
Left the furl in the dope man, on the set
Cause I got plans bigger then the desire projects
I run with steel object toes, niggaz that smoke coke
And watch 'em in they back scopin'
Outta all soldier haters
Quick Draw McGraw niggaz see ya later
Cradle to the grave ya
Ya daddy made ya?
Let's see if he can be ya savior
When I cave ya chest in with me murder weapon
They can't find out Smith and Wesson
Only glocks and street machines with infer beams
You know what I mean
Fully automatic things light up the scene
And break ham like Carl Lewis
Nothin but gun smoke is all ya smell
Niggaz lying dead on bullets and shells
My people dwells to Uptown
Where the shit goes down
Shot callers and big ballers, mothers know
And do-do brown, Beats By The Pound, somethin' you could smoke too
Flavors like ? red, beans, rice, gumbo the stew
My little one said its all on you, and Choppers City
My ? clique clanin' posse
Ain't no stoppin', my committe
Shits bigger then me, Nino Black
And a can of Trinity, ya feelin' me?
[Chorus]
Incarceration had me real impatient
I was local until ya heard me on Down South Hustlers, it was nation
That told this shit is my creation
Is it real, yeah, cause niggaz wearin' soldier rags and shit
Keepin' it twreal
My reservation is to make some mills
And stay independent
Stay wearin' girbauds and polos, and soldier Reebok tennis
Crushed out tank on my neck
Protect my chest like a vest
No more coke, no more dope, just alcohol and sess
Respect my rhyme because my mind is filled up with anger
Sound like I got a glock for it
With black ? bullets in the chamber
Wait to be released and decease fake ass MC's
Niggaz best freeze cause I squeeze gats and burn to the third degree
Make you wonder will you ever breathe again like Toni Braxton
Leave ya skull fraction, about more action than Jackson
So you better ask somebody that know me
If they real they gon' tell ya whats real
If they fake they gon' soldier hate
I can freestyle about it without makin' no mistake, ask Trey
That's my compadre, a nigga that I ride with, all day
Got it cocked
And in the trunk bumpin' nothin' but the Beats By The Pound funk
Pull that skunk out, the windows fogged up
And the system all the way pumped
Everything we drop be fire, don't nothin' be bunk
[Chorus]
I was a weed fiend, dope fiend and coke fiend with low key
And I was on the cumma move,
When you and LV used to rock the club 49
Back in 93
Hoe was givin' me love
Niggaz givin' me daps and hugs
Soldiers respect soldiers, and soldiers respect thugs
Thugs gotta respect soldiers, if they don't want they life to be over
Brought to a closin'
Ain't nothin' changed but the name
When ya say soldier
Mean magnolia
Ya got that?
And me keep me glock, for they cocked back
Hoes jock that, when a nigga be all the way real
Only thing they want is the dough, dick appeal
But I don't fuck around no more
And only saw me like that you little clown ass hoe
If my flow was a gun, bitch you would run
When you hear my come, from the head
Every lyric is a bullet
Fuckin' ya up with some of this shit I say
In 95 nigga left for me dead but I didn't die
And some of the soldiers die
They only multiply
God left me alive, so I can blow up in the world
I thank the man every night for takin' me off that furly girl
It gave me the opportunity to raise my son and my community
Cause now a days niggaz got guns and shit
Screamin' out unity
Motherfuckin' nigga bruisin' me
That something I can't go for
I done signed the contract
[Master P]
Soulja Slim (What's happ'n big round)
I'm on my way out that Yole I'm gonna meat ya in that Nolia (Umm huhn)
But I'm brangin' my homies from the East Coast wit us (It's cool)
If it's any problems we got some straight head bustas ya heard me
(Ya know, ya know, ya know) Check it out
[Chorus x2: Krazy]
My click you don't want beef wit (beef wit)
My heat, niggas I sleep wit (sleep wit)
Tank Dogg, niggas I creep wit (creep wit)
These niggas head bustas
Fuck the feds they can't touch us
[Slay Sean]
Cars, bracelets, chains we coppin' it all
Desperados, you can call Flames, Afficial's my dawgs
Ride Jordans, 23's on the truck, screened up
Smokin' sticky green, welcome aboard, beam up
I'm from Rockaway I used to sit in spots all day
Gettin' money, it's funny I'm still the same way
Hit chickens take 2 at a time, still pimpin'
I'm paralyzed when it comes to these hoes, no feelin's
push cars wit drop ceilin', our money is long
No limit is the family yall, the army is strong
Once P gives the O-K I'm droppin' the bomb
Cockin' the arm, ain't no way of stompin' this storm
[Afficial]
A look I'm spazzed out
Summertime catch me wit the Jag out
I got beef wit niggas I pull that mac out
A stick up, I dare yall niggas to try
I shoot a round that slow yall niggas down like yield signs
I'll sell my house & my car before I go broke
Play hard, pop fly, & get bitches to jump rope
Why you talkin' bout them bricks you ain't sold no coke
I cop a car off the lot, you sendin' car notes
My squad likes to drink, so I buy out the bar
Niggas look hard when we slide thru like credit cards
I get high, smack niggas, & take shit
I went to jail for 5 sticks like Double Mint
[Chorus]
[Afficial (S-Flames)]
The bigger the barrol is it's harder to swallow
I gotta put you in the creek where the water is shallow
Afficial, game over is the law & the motto
Put it out for the bitches & the niggas a follow
I'm a soldier, it's different when you dealin' wit me
Chrome wheels it feel like you ridin' on ski's
Ya feel me nigga
I'll kidnap & peel you nigga
Now you back to yo crib after I kill you nigga
I real wit it, niggas feel it, what's the questions about
When niggas minds change up when the weapons is out
We pullin' 'em out squeeze it not leavin' you breathin'
If you hatin' I ain't mad cause I'm given you reasons
[Afficial]
These little niggas ain't ballin' right
So guess I gotta call the plays out
It ain't thuggin' on the hook unless it come out Krazy's mouth
An you know we got 'em thinkin' that them boys is ugly
We flip shit up & turn dogs back to puppies
[Master P]
Find me uptown whodi servin' them vicks
I mean millionaire status still runnin' them bricks
Homie, Bentley & Hummers you know we bout dat shit
We from the dirty, dirty boy so we ice the wrist
I mean 20 on chrome just the law of the whips
Find us thuggin' in the projects like blood & crips
I mean ME & MY NIGGAS WE BE HUSTLIN' TO EAT
CAUSE THESE NO LIMIT SOLDIERS WHODI RUNNIN' THESE STREETS
[Silkk the Shocker]
Even though I'm last to speak, look never last to eat
If that's them, I blast the heat
Slumped inside when I walk past the jeep
You know Silkk does not look havin' that
I tell 'em a new nigga in town dawg & I won't half of that
You can act up, you know what's the aftermath
We done wit your chick, we finished wit her, you can have her back
You know it's nothin' bout doubtin' us when ever you see me
Wreck the Bentley next day popped up in a Ashton Martini
Niggas know If I got heat on me, they know that I shot it
I ain't gotta tell 'em that I got money, they know that I got it
Who you know can flip & get rich off of one sell
If they gettin' it, shit is over now nigga like 112
I do shit by myself, so niggas they won't tell
I gotta couple niggas facin' life sentences
That a kill you while they on bail
The dope game to the rap game switched the game up
From Vyshonne to Silkk The Shocker look switched my name up
[Soulja Slim]
What you think the streets for got about me
Shit I'm the streets & I'm the beat
An if you got 7-5 I'm that quarter of ki
Come & get it, I'm gonna serv ya somethin' proper, uncut
Ain't No limit over here dawg, excuse me back the fuck up
I smoke camels cause I'm penitentiary, get high of sticky
Ever now & then might sip a little henney
My dawg Chill just got out & got these niggas spooked
Oh scary ass niggas, we don't do the thangs we used to do
So be cool cause
[Chorus: Krazy]
My click you don't want beef wit (beef wit)
My heat, niggas I sleep wit (sleep wit)
Tank Dogg, niggas I creep wit (creep wit)
These niggas head bustas
Fuck the feds they can't touch us
[Soulja Slim]
Let me lock this muthafucka down, ya understand what I'm sayin', nigga
Fuck wrong wit you
[Chorus: x2]
I talk dis shit cause I'm bout dis shit
Ain't noway I can run, noway out dis shit
I breathe dis shit cause it's all up in the air
Before my casket drop put my pistol up in there
[Soulja Slim]
I talk dis shit & I stomp my feet
Cause I'm a street nigga from the U-P-T
I keep my heat & don't squash no beef
They say I wouldn't see 20 but now I'm 23
Bout to be 24 wit a brand new Escalade
An a Deville park in my front driveway
My girl push the pedal to the flo' in a 2G Tahoe
When we floss we ride slow & blow behind tinted windows
Laughin' at these niggas frontin' up in the luxury rentals
They screamin' soulja dis & the screamin' soulja dat
But Soulja don't play no games I'll put yo head on a flat
Ain't to much changed about me still the same from way back
89' goin' into 90' had the game down pat
Momma couldn't find me, ya baby boy flippin' crack
Flippin' dimes, flippin' twenty's tryna come up
Got me a duece five for the jackers runnin' up
Ready to bust & drop my nuts, don't give a fuck
[Chorus]
[Soulja Slim]
I smoke to much til' I be bout to fall out
Fuckin' wit Snoop Dogg off in the Dogg House
Since I balls outta control, balls outta control
Dem laws outta control, dem laws outta control
They actin' like ridin' on chrome is a crime,
That's why I play the factory, so the won't be hackin' me
Had enough of ridin' in a 2G hot, wit a glock an a beamer on top
Wit a vest on, T-shirt made teflon
Fellin' like Spice-1, "wouldn't look to pretty wit my chest gone"
Cause nigga don't play in the city of choppers
Most niggas get they shit split behind money & poppers
Wit air max on, prop top, & nigga boxers
You niggas better get yall fuckin' mind right
[Chorus]
[Soulja Slim]
Straight like dat, for the fuckin' 2G ya nigga
These niggas get in this muthafuckin' studio & be, man I
Say brah these niggas got me so fuckin' mad wit 'em brah
I ain't liein' brah ya understand what I'm sayin'
But I ain't gonna hate 'em though ya understand what I'm sayin' ya dig
But guess what it's real over here, I say it's real over here
No Limit 4 Life the shit don't stop ya understand what I'm sayin'
An the glock stay cocked ya understand, nigga know what's happ'n wit me
A nigga betta kill see what I'm sayin' that's what a nigga betta do
Ya understand what I'm sayin'
[Snoop]
This a mothafuckin' hot record right here
Your about to witness some shit
ya never thought you'd witness before (fire)
Fin' to get ingorant up in this biatch (beats by the pound)
Y'all know what time it is (DPG)
What y'all thought?
I wasn't gonna be on? (get rowdy rowdy, rowdy rowdy)(what?)
Here we go again, my flow again, is dope enough
I tilt my brim for Soulja Slim its time to open up
I tuck my heater in my drawers, right next to my balls
I got some weed up in my jaw, stuck in shuckles breakin' laws, mayne
Mr. Magnolia, the high roller, knew I'd pull him over
And bless him with a fat sack of some dolja, told ya
See I'm a soldier represtin' West Coast, cuz
But South Side, rip ride, go on and give it up
I can't fake it, for all my niggaz moving weight
From state to state, get your mothafuckin' paper plates
And stack that shit nigga, go on and get your grip on
I'm in it to win it for No Limit (for life)
so nigga trip on (thats right)
And dip on , cause we gon' keep makin' hits (makin' hits)
And the kinda music, that makes you wanna bust a bitch (b-i-atch)
I used to make that shit (uh), that make you wanna drive by
Then P sat me down, hooked me up (uhh) and strapped me down
With the rowdy rowdy (rowdy rowdy) bout it bout it
Suicide, pull a ride, nutty buddy, with the cutty on the side
Sittin' on, 3's with D's, on top of dub
I'm down South in the club gettin' much love (nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now a thing about me and young cuz
We hit No Limit at the same time (nigga, what, what, what, what?)
Say what?
Doggy Dogg and Soulja Slim at the same time
Is in it to win it for No Limit at the same time
You got my back, I got your back at the same time
You blast for me, I'll blast for you at the same time
[Soulja Slim]
I'll blast for you, you blast for me at the same time
Blow up some dolja with a soldier at the same time
Niggaz stay real as the fuck at the same time
You ride for me, I'll ride for you at the same time
Me and Snoop hit No Limit at the same time (time)
Watch me put it down and shine
And make the whole world respect my mind (mind)
I'm the realest soldier you heard about (uh-huh)
represent the Dirty South
Magnolia projects got a nigga murdered out (murder murder)
But these niggaz acting like bitches at the same time (same time)
Its time to grab things time
bang bang time, bust a brain time (bang bang)
At the same time, my nigga Snoop D-O double G (G)
Way, from the L-B-C, ain't No L-I-M-I-T (T)
KLC makes the beats that makes the sound shake the streets (streets)
Ever since been in basements been doing raw shit for me
My cousin Will B got twelve years (uh, uh, uh)
Ain't that something?
I send you some money, some pictures nigga that ain't about nothin'
I proceed to do my thing
In this rap for the street
Makin' hits so when they mention Biggie and Pac
they gonna mention me (me)
At the same time, I'm gonna get mines
and I'm gonna take it (take it)
At the same time, I'm gonna get mines
without gettin' soldier hated (nigga what, what, what?)
Me and Snoop collaborated at the same time, y'all can't fade it
I done saved it, at the same time, we dedicated
[Snoop]
Straight Up
Soulja Slim and Doggy Dogg at the same time
Makin' figures, crazy niggaz at the same time
Be your gravediggaz at the same time
You got my back, I got your back at the same time
You ride for me I'll ride for you at the same time
You know how I'm coming (uh huh)
You know exactly how I'm coming
(I'm telling you) It don't stop
Shit don't stop
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
My jacket consist of
Batteries on robberies, pistol charges, and murder
I know I'm the realest nigga ya heard of besides Pac
Got niggaz screaming Soulja from the street to the cell block
[Verse 1]
You bitchu
Soulja Slim and his committy is coming to getchu
My mag 90 bullets hitchu and splitchu
In half, let a bitch boy stab
Won't last up against these mother fuckers that use to taking blood baths
I been smoking blounts with the devil that's why my eyes are red as the fuck
Now tell me do I look like the type that will be scared to bust?
Well guess what? I'm screaming out murder me and I'm vest up
Chest up
Test nuts
Watch up while I fletch ya
You bitch made and I'm self made
Magnolia calia mag made
I get through like a scale blade
And Kunta Kente your left leg
I play surgeon and I'll be slpurgen
In anonymous nasty big bourbons
Don't stunt dog
Whatever I say I'll come withcha I'll come dog
I'ma get mine for the two G's
Take it for I say please
I fuck with twirkers not the twirkees
Put it long will give a nigga the herpes
So I stay back, I mean way, y'all didn't notice how I say that?
Well mother fuck y'all hated waving on three G's laid back
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
As one time we was clicc tight
What the fuck going on? I just come home my shit aint going right
Everybody branching off doing they thang
Some of 'em in the studio and some of 'em they slang
That's how it go I know this rap shit aint gone last forever
F/ Big Ed, Full Blooded, The Gambino Family,
[Master P]
Uhhhhh, ha ha.Yall like that huh.
The party don't stop yo.Check it out.
[Soulja Slim]
Chorus
Aint no party like a No Limit party cause a No Limit party don't stop
Aint no party like a no limit party cause a no limit party don't stop
[Soulja Slim]
We got this motherfucking party on lockdown
We all family in this bitch so we put our glock down
A pound Magnolia in the calliop
Bout it bout it motherfuck it, the whole world knows
[Master P]
Now the party don't stop cause we bout it
Don't make me get my soldiers out the back and get rowdy
Where the niggas at, how you do dat there?
Motherfuckers uptown nigga we don't care
[Silkk The Shocker]
Cause that we do shit, it just don't stop
I gotta fresh ampolla and it's sittin on drop
I can't fly when I jump shot i'm bringin this clean
Cause my boy bringin noise like a truck full of fifteens
Chorus
[Full Blooded]
All I gotta do is squeeze the right
Squeeze when it's right in the heat of the night
Told two niggas better defeat the world fo fish (fo fish)
The killas fo spot, fo block and fo clock
I move more hoes lets go hot when I'm ready to pull shot, pull shots
I know when I breed em, hold down for sure
? through the mack and New York
[Trenitty]
Full time, four W-D plus, shots, niggas get rushed out
Bust the guts out and No Limit soldiers had enough shots
Cut throats to the fullest, keep a niggas hemp out
Toe to toe we make noise, action packed we slang boys
Trenitty flexing real shits
Cut throat committed hurry hurry and we in this bitch
Chorus x2
[The Gambino Family]
I'll be the nigga that they call Feano
And I roll with a click called Gambinos
Knows in the shoulders who the fuck we be
Worldwide motherfuckers out that 1-2-3
Started off as a youngster kickin up dust
Until I slain motherfuckers who be ready to bust
Give a fuck
[Lil Gotti Gambino]
Gotti be the title that I hold for sure
Pokin hoes after shows with my nigga Feano
Hit the scheme for your cream if you know what I mean
Triple beam when I'm in it fourteen
Niggas telling me to keep it at ease, but they ain't feeling me
Studio B's if you pull em at ease, from New Orleans to?
[Big Ed]
Big Ed attacking, bred a No Limit soldier
Gettin bad with me, I screw your head off your shoulders
I'm rollin with killers, thug niggas and convicts
But I love the way you lick your lips
The way you bounce that ass baby gets me kind of hot
Goin out with me, ten out of nine cherries pops
(Uhhhhhhh)
Chorus
[Prime Suspects]
P threw a party down in New Orleans
Hoes pop pussies, fuck, you know what that means
Jump in the cut roll a fat one up
Fire it up, better love cause a soldier don't stut, yeah
I gotta pound of rocks so it's on and poppin
The party aint stoppin so don't leave for cops
I drink toxic, from the brow I'm been, G
Weed and hennesy, that shit was meant for me
Yeah, yeah, niggas fall straight through the door (through the door)
Soldiers greet soldiers hollerin bout why (why, why)
Why let em roam (let em roam)
Type of niggas make history, and yeah what (yeah what)
Really don't give a fuck
[Mac]
This a No Limit party, who got the blunts and the forties
Woah! Motherfucker it's me, the M-A-C (who)
You know my steed when I enter
I'm lookin for a bitch bout cold as the winter
Is it cool to fuck, I'm tryin to do somethin, run through somethin
Cause the spin in the change about nothin
You know my name, know what's tap
You know I rap, I'm a motherfucking mack
Baby girl and it's like that, it's a No Limit party
Chorus x2
[Kane & Abel]
My nigga Snoop brought the weed, Slim brought the liquor
C brought the cash and I brought the stripper
Freak ho shake that ass while niggas tip her
Got a pocket full of rubbers so we all goin hit her
Bitch cleaner then Mr. Clean, a nigga decked out
Eyes hella red, Kane and Abel sessed out
Respect the tank, nigga stick my chest out
And this how we do it in the dirty south
[Magic]
Woah, please somebody tell me where the party at
I'm tired of holding back, I wanna shine in my cadillac
I'm here representing a soldier named Slim
See the tank on this neck, see the ice on this wrist
Picture this, I'm riding with Snoop Doggy Dogg
And so yall don't worry bout the corners, we smokin till the morning
Yall just keep the bitches, now we on the way
Hold on man I think Snoop got somethin to say
[Snoop Dogg]
Think fast when you dunk, cause I won't front
And when it's time to dunk I won't be no punk
I'll just pick the heater up and bust a shot
I'm the last nigga up to rock the spot
I'm represent a nigga to the fullest cause
And if yall wanna trip, we tear this club up (tear it up)
Huh bro, nigga nigga what, I'm tryin to bust again
I'm likin likin, I want some real pimp shit
Mo B. D. feel me niggas out the sess
Drink for drink and think to put in the fitty
Will he be that same nigga blowin doshia (say what)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus - 2X]
Either you love me or love me not I'ma be me
I'm known for making promises that I can't keep
And baby the streets made me
And I run 'em 24/7 365 daily
[Verse 1]
Look you knew what you was dealing with from day one
I'm not a lil boy, yeah I'm young with a lot of old vet ways
Its only been a few days and so you say
You love me in a married way, yeah okay
I've been several types of relationships
And I feel your true love don't make no sense
Its all on me if I want this thang to work out
I know your goal is to try trap me that what you heard bout
I aint been home in a few days cause you be traveling
I let you get your mind right cause I aint with the kicking and scratching
I'm on parole, I can't be riding for domestic violence so I stay my distance
When there two ways to beat the pussy up and I'm bout my business
If I gotta beatcha then I don't need ya, let the next man do it
You done ran me away from you now, how you gone prove it
Being stupid, you done lost out
Now its next to the boss bitch with the boss mouth
You know what I'm talking bout
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Son say he seen me distributing something
You know that boy dirty, he didn't see me distributing nothing
So now its back doing jail time all over again
And josphine means bumping running working the pin
I only got 500 for me but I keep ten
But you my number one and you don't suppose to know about them
Deep in your heart you know I'm a true player boy
But its cool I take that nigga I take my player charges
I don't know why you making me promise to come home to you
Yeah I come to fuck but thats bout the only thang I can do
You noticed how I put the truth in front of the player
The world revolves round cane and thats why I take it there
God forgive me but I swear I think I'll never change
And I'm still stuck on that old saying no pain no gain
What said me not to be explain decision ya understand
I'm a man, so I gots to keep the upper hand
You know what I'm saying
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Yeah I got feelings but my first real old lady left with'em
A refuse to give'em back, so I'm rolling like that
What I really loved is gone now
Thats why I stay in another nigga house when he aint home now
Putting that brod down player please don't feel played
She was uptown looking and got herself a true lover head
Your girl and all my hoes got my psyched up
Calling on caddy daddy just to get the right fuck
You best tighten up your game cause it hurting charlie
I pop a rodly feel my game tight than everybody
On the low you don't even know I got her pop it two
And thats just one of the thangs I know you couldn't make her do
It aint nothing for me to take over a strong mind
Even Eve couldn't tell a bitch that love blind
I don't be lying when you asked for something its no's and yes'
She got my name on her thigh, her back, and her chest, like I'm depressed
Check this out
When ain't nothin' else happenin'
And ain't no more money
The only nigga gon' be here for me, huh
Is the nigga that made me, my mama
Ya heard me?
I thank the Lord I got my mind right
My lifestyle was drastic
Tryin' to avoid the casket
Don't want my son to be a bastard
But y'all wouldn't know
But I seen that a couple of times
The Lord talked to me
Told me put the foolishness behind
It's not worth dying
Tryin' to represent where ya come from
Or makin' beef, because you feel like your that big G
I went the same way, but today, I'm on a higher level
I'm on a paper chase and runnin' behind it like a rebel
I want it all
So me and my mama can ball
The only one that pushed me up, in my downfall
And my pop, been in penitentiaries
10 wasted years
My mama wasted tears
But she brought me up, by herself, without no help
Used to catch whippings with a leather belt
But that ain't stop nothin'
I was a Soulja always into stuff
Elementary school I'm cuttin'
Gettin' caught wrote on the B roll
Mama, come sign me out
I don't like these phony people
Down here to come sign me out
Come bomb me out central lockup
I shoulda put the Glock up
And the two quarters I rocked up
Mom, I love you cause you made me
But pray for your baby cause this ghetto got me crazy
I remember Indo sticks and concrete bricks
Dope fiends fix, Deathrow cliques
That pops them shits
Had to make more grits
Than a homeless man, hungry man
Had to watch my mom twerk here body, for a ceilin' fan
Pops incarcerated so I hated as a child
But as I grew, I got to knew him so I dug his style
Livin' foul, the law was: get it how you live
Friend or foe, never forgive, crack that niggas rib
By any means ness, get your cake support your fam
Don't give a damn, robbin' neighbors for some ham
Even spam was a good dish
See we was poor, when we were sick, moms made us well with a kiss
I'm through, my most respect is due, so I spits my gat
Cracks my back
Makin' sure she gets the lack
So well deservin'
Pervin' in some shit I bought her
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