[chorus] 2x
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
[chorus] until end
