[Soulja Slim] Let me lock this muthafucka down, ya understand what I'm sayin', nigga Fuck wrong wit you [Hook: repeat 2X] 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 [Hook] [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 [Hook] [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' Straight like dat 2-0-1 this is my year, nigga
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