[Intro: piston clicking]
[Fiend]
What up out there kinfolk
This be Fiend coming at like this here here
I brought a couple of my people with me
Fiend, Mac, Soulja Slim, Kane and Abel
A couple of No Limit soldiers to help me out with this here
Chorus
What cha mean, you ain't heard about us
Soldiers got some dirty clout
Slangin in the dirty south
What we really worried about x2
[Verse 1: Soulja Slim]
(Peep this shit) I know you heard about this nigga from the 3rd Ward
Wit a uncut bird wit bad tempers and bad nerves
Serves, dope to a dope fiend gotta get more cream
Then the rest of the dealers
Every nigga that I fuck with gotta be born killas
Feel the realist shit that was ever spoken
You can catch me smokin
On some shit that will have me bloatin, (cough cough)
I'm so high, not glue eyed
I really need to snort some dilly
Know not to move nor keep movin
Fuck it pass the billy
Real niggas feel me, cause I'm bout as real as it get
Somethin stranger here, no love for that studio shit
All my little partners gone, I'll be damned if I G-O
But if I do I'll grab my gun shoot like a fool and let em know
Chorus
What cha mean, you ain't heard about us
Soldiers got some dirty clout
Slangin in the dirty south
What we really worried about x2
[Verse 2: Kane & Abel]
You know I'm from the ghetto, hit the block, gun cocked, hear the shots, clean up your block
Red beam, maintain my aim, bullet holes in your brain
When I stop that motherfucking clock, Kane
Usual suspect, down south niggas bout respect
Droppin off slugs, like a mailman in a corvette
Lite the weed, when I reload my tek
Nigga this shit get broke down like bricks
In the trunk of the 626
Don't that it to ya head cause ya boy Just got flipped, AK with a strong clip
In the hood I bust you with the tank
In the pen I'd touch ya wit the shank
My mind go blank, I'm a soldier smokin dank
All the way to the motherfucking bank
Chorus
What cha mean, you ain't heard about us
Soldiers got some dirty clout
Slangin in the dirty south
What we really worried about x2
[Verse 3: Mac]
Now what yall mean, niggas on my team
They all about the cream
And my enemies, we take it to the street
To get the green, knowa mean
Came here with Slim, Mac and Fiend
I still scream WOAH!
In the drop with my nigga Wop
Runnin from the cop who was trying to meet his quota
I'm young and I'm black, I'm a soldier
So he thinking I'm slanging that baking soda
You ain't heard about, nigga from that dirty south
Where the po-po's scout
Everybody, everybody that knows what your bout
Won't leave your house
Cause at night, nigga freaks come out
Grab your gat with that extra clip cause if you catch us slippin
You might connect the grip
Shots there cut up strip bout a couple of ship
Like the peoples in summertime agent trip
Lets take a trip to the land where the niggas
Do the murderman dance on their enemies
And fake niggas pretend to be a, they be them friends of me
Woah, slow your roll and daddy I'm camoflauged
I'm PsychoWard and I stay on my guard and bitch I never die
Chorus
What cha mean, you ain't heard about us
Soldiers got some dirty clout
Slangin in the dirty south
What we really worried about x2
[Verse 4: Fiend]
What the world don't know is I'm a hurt
A soldier without a pause
I'm prayin about cause, break jaws and all laws
My bullet scars didn't heal, my tatoos reveal
Bout to ride explain a million of hostile
The burn feels like almost a step from death
Fuck spending lives, I barely leave a minute of breath
I'm set, families with teks, release my stress in thier chest
Wouldn't know where I'd be without my god and my vest
Killers, we the best fuck all the rest, here hit the cess
Snort, c'mon the test
With the charge the best, cause I open your chest
God bless, I made my way back so I can say that
Me too whatever, should have known that Fiend believe in payback
Do it for haystacks, me, Slim, twins, and Mac
Gotta attack, with the jest to ask, deftly in the act
I doubt that, I'm strange cause I'm with the right change
After soldier consediration, I'm the live range
Chorus
What cha mean, you ain't heard about us
Soldiers got some dirty clout
Slangin in the dirty south
What we really worried about x2
