| Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me
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| Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta
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| These things guidin' your struggles
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| All it is, is about this hustle, whatever it takes to piece this puzzle
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| Why declare war on these fakers and haters eliminate us, traitors?
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| These are the days of our lives (lives)
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| Do or die, (that died to Boo — he go bye)
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| Whom die they lie in the face of our society
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| Try at of every attempt to quiet me
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| I got a nation that’s down to ride with me
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| Here’s the deal, can I get a witness?
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| It’s deeper than survival
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| Who am I? |
| My brother’s keeper?
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| Yeah, I be clutchin' on my Bible, willing to die
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| The wicked is near me
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| Dearly departed, but nobody hears me
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| Is we all gon' fall in misery?
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| It’s so serious, it bring tears to me
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| Ears to the street, like a drum to the beat, creepin' up my block
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| I’m already knowin' a nigga wanna do me
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| So I stay strapped (Don't pose for the cop)
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| Crooked cops, they gonna harass me
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| Ask me the same ol' bullshit questions
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| Knowin' I’m a thug with bud for days
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| Keepin' a pistol in my possession
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| But a thuggish ruggish soldier like myself gon' move on
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| And prevail, avoid jail, collect my mill with my Bones, splittin' domes
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| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
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| Come on, don’t make me hurt ya
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| Come on, come on, come on, come on
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| Come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that bloody murder
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| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
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| Come on, make a move and I’ll have to hurt ya
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| Come on, come on, come on
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| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
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| All about that bloody murder
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| Baby Boi
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| Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me
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| Still to this day, it’s a struggle
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| Addicted to trouble, we never goin' change
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| Mom made us thugs, see
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| Soldiers, I think we must be to O.G.? |
| loves thee
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| Mama plead my family tree never helped a mother come up
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| Seen it was hard tryin' to bring her sons up--they dwelled on the worse
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| And ate nothin' for done up, comin' up, made it, eternal
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| If I struggle, thank God
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| I’m a count my blessin', trouble but never no stressin'
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| Just called it a lesson
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| Cause life will be runnin' that test and better off in a cell
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| See a nigga walkin' the streets
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| And they label us foolish children
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| Cause I always knew this
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| While the rest of my days I be livin' in Ruthless
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| Fuck what you’re thinkin', law, my Judge is up Heaven
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| Look at my stomach and see the «7,»
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| Even scales is how I’m bailin'
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| Rebellin', tellin' y’all nothin' but a soldier tells
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| Critic can kiss my ass
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| I might go to thinkin' about my past
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| Get mad, I reach in my stash and blast
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| Fuck all y’all that treated a nigga like we wasn’t shit
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| And soon as we hit, now what do we get?
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| These fake-ass niggas tryin' to get in our click, all on our dick
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| But you can miss me, actin' phony in my presence, love it or leave it
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| You can’t believe it
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| It ain’t that season
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| Get to steppin', hater
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| Only Mo Thug allowed, say it loud, Mo Thug and I’m proud
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| Mo Thug and I’m proud
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| Loud! |
| Proud! |
| Loud! |
| Proud!
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| Baby Boi
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| Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me
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| Better watch for the nightfall when them come
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| Better watch out for the night stormers
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| No light’s in sight when them run, but then once we warn ya
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| Caught ya slippin' up out of your game, playa
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| Wasteland soldier, see what we facin'
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| Chasin' po-po in the hood like Jason
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| Casin' your set, fin to blow your station instantly
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| Fin to be World War 3 if ya fuck with my family, try to test the men
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| And we single-handedly take over your mind and the rest of the planet
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| See, I’ll be damned if we surrender, agenda’s still no pretender
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| Put it all down, make 'em all remember:
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| Deep in Hell is where I’ll send ya
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| Welcome to the Land of more indo
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| We smoke
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| We choke
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| You know we blaze
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| Break out any cup with the pipe, what’s up?
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| Parlay, come around my way
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| Lay keep it real
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| Keep it real
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| Peace be still, time after time, can’t forget that money
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| Man, that money, man
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| Mo' money be on mind, bottom line
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| Baby Boi
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| Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me |