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What up out there kenfo |
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This be fiend coming at like this here here |
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I brought a couple of my people with me |
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Fiend, mac, soulja slim, kane and abel |
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A couple of no limit soldiers to help me out with this here |
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Chorus |
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What cha mean, mean, heard about |
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Soldiers got some daily clout |
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Slangin in the dirty south |
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What we really worried about x2 |
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[soulja slim] |
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(peep this shit) i know you heard about this nigga from the 3rd |
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Raw, then a uncut bird with bad tempers and bad nerves |
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Serve, dope to a dope fiend gotta get more cream |
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Than the rest of the dealers |
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Every nigga that i fuck with gotta be from killas |
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Fill up in this shit, that was ever smokin, you can catch me smokin |
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On some shit that will have me broken, (cough cough), |
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I'm so high, i can ride, barely need to slug some dealing |
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No optimos, no keep moving, fuck it, pass the feeling |
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Real niggas feel me, cause i'm bout as real as it get |
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Son or stranger, no love for that studio shit |
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All my little partners gone, i'll be damned if i g-o |
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But if i do i'll grab my gun shoot like and pull let em know |
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Chorus x2 |
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[kane & abel] |
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You know i'm from the ghetto, hit the glock |
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And pop my shots clean up your block |
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Red beam, maintain my aim, bullet holes in your brain |
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When i stop that motherfucking clock, kane |
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Usual suspect, down south niggas bout respect |
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Choppin off slugs like a mailman in a corvette |
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Like the weed when i lower my tek |
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Niggas is seeking, pump down like bricks, in the trunk of the 626 |
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Is something you hate cause your boy |
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Just got flipped, ak with a strong clip |
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In the hood i bust you with the tank, |
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In the pen i trust you with the shank |
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My mind go blank, i'm a soldier smokin dank |
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All the way to the motherfucking bank |
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Chorus x2 |
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[mac] |
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Now what yall mean, niggas on my team |
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They all about the cream |
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And my enemies, we take it to the street |
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To get the green, knowa mean |
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Came here with slim, mac and fiend |
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I still scream woah! |
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In the drop where my nigga walk |
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Runnin from the cop who was trying to meet his quota |
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I'm young and i'm black, i'm a soldier |
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So he thinking i'm slanging that baking soda |
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You ain't heard about, nigga from that dirty south |
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Where the po-po's scout |
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Everybody, everybody that knows what your bout |
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Won't leave your house |
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Cause at night, nigga freaks come out |
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Grab your gat with that extra clip cause if you catch us slippin |
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You might connect the grip |
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Shots there cut up strip bout a couple of ship |
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Like the peoples in summertime agent trip |
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Lets take a trip to the land where the niggas |
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Do the murderman dance on their enemies |
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And fake niggas pretend to be a, they be them friends of me |
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Woah, slow your roll and daddy i'm camoflauged |
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I'm psycho warden i stay on my guard and bitch i never die |
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Chorus x2 |
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[fiend] |
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What the world don't know is i'm a hurt |
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A soldier without a pause |
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I'm prayin about cause, break jaws and all laws |
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My bullet scars didn't heal, my tatoos reveal |
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Bout to ride explain a million of hostile |
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The burn feels like almost a step from death |
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Fuck spending lives, i barely leave a minute of breath |
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I'm set, families with teks, release my stress in thier chest |
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Wouldn't know where i'd be without my god and my vest |
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Killers, we the best fuck all the rest, here hit the cess |
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Snort, c'mon the test |
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With the charge the best, cause i open your chest |
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God bless, i made my way back so i can say that |
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Me too whatever, should have known that fiend believe in payback |
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Do it for haystacks, me, slim, twins, and mac |
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Gotta attack, with the jest to ask, deftly in the act |
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I doubt that, i'm strange cause i'm with the right change |
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After soldier consediration, i'm the live range |
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Chorus x4 |
