| All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
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| They cuttin' off welfare…
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| They think crime is rising now
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| You got whites killing blacks
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| Cops killing blacks, and blacks killing blacks
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| Shit just gon' get worse
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| They just gon' become souljas
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| Straight souljas
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
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| Crack done took a part of my family tree
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| My momma’s on the shit, my daddy split and moms is steady blaming me
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| Is it my fault, just cause I’m a young black male?
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| Cops sweat me as if my destiny is makin' crack sales
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| Only fifteen and got problems
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| Cops on my tail, so I bail 'til I dodge 'em
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| They finally pull me over and I laugh
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| «Remember Rodney King?» |
| and I blast on his punk ass
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| Now I got a murder case…
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| You speak of heaven punk? |
| I never heard of the place
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| Wanted to come up fast, got a Uz' and a black mask
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| Ducking fuckin' Task, now who’s the jackass?
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| Keep my shit cocked, cause the cops got a Glock too
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| What the fuck would you do? |
| Drop them or let 'em drop you?
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| I chose droppin' the cop
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| I got me a Glock, and a Glock for the niggas on my block
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| Momma tried to stab me, I moved out
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| Sold a pound a weed, made G’s, bought a new house
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| I’m only seventeen, I’m the new king
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| Got me a crew, bought 'em jewels, and a Uz'-thing
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| But all good things don’t last
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| Task came fast, and busted my black ass
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| Coolin' in the pen, where the good’s kept
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| Now my little brother wants to follow in my footsteps
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| A soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
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| Buck, buck — niggas get fucked, don’t step to this
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| Quiet as kept I’m blessed on a quest with a death wish
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| Tell 'em to come and test, and arrest, nigga it’s hectic
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| Here’s the anorexic, I’m makin' it to an exit
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| Walking through the streets on the black tip
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| Packed with several gats, cause I’m on some pay 'em back shit
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| Niggas don’t wanna try me, brother you’ll get shot down
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| Now I’m king of the block, since my bigger brother’s locked down
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| I’m hot now, so many punk police have got shot down
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| Other coppers see me on the block, and they jock now
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| That’s what I call a kingpin
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| Send my brother what he needs and some weed up to Sing-Sing
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| Tellin' him just be ready set
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| Pack ya shit up quick; |
| and when I hit, be prepared to jet
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| Niggas from the block on the boat now
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| Every single one got a gun, that’ll smoke — pow!
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| These punks about to get hit by the best
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| I’m wearin' double vest… so aim at my fuckin' chest
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| I’ll be makin' straight dome calls
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| Touch the button on the wall, you’ll be pickin' up your own balls
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| I can still hear my mother shout
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| «Hit the pen nigga -- break your bigger brother out»
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| I got a message for the warden
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| I’m comin' for ya ass, as fast as Flash Gordon
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| We get surrounded in the mess hall, yes y’all
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| A crazy motherfucker making death calls
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| Just bring me my brother and we leavin'
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| For every minute you stall, one of y’all bleedin'
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| They brought my brother in a jiffy
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| I took a cop, just in case things got tricky
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| And just as we was walkin' out (BANG!)
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| I caught a bullet in the head, the screams never left my mouth
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| My brother caught a bullet too
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| I think he gon' pull through, he deserve to
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| The fast life ain’t everything they told ya
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| Never get much older, following the tracks of a soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja
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| All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me
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| Straight soulja, 1993, and forward |