Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mind of a Souljah, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Album song The Art of War: World War 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.07.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ruthless
Song language: English
Mind of a Souljah |
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me |
Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta |
These things guidin' your struggles |
All it is, is about this hustle, whatever it takes to piece this puzzle |
Why declare war on these fakers and haters eliminate us, traitors? |
These are the days of our lives (lives) |
Do or die, (that died to Boo — he go bye) |
Whom die they lie in the face of our society |
Try at of every attempt to quiet me |
I got a nation that’s down to ride with me |
Here’s the deal, can I get a witness? |
It’s deeper than survival |
Who am I? |
My brother’s keeper? |
Yeah, I be clutchin' on my Bible, willing to die |
The wicked is near me |
Dearly departed, but nobody hears me |
Is we all gon' fall in misery? |
It’s so serious, it bring tears to me |
Ears to the street, like a drum to the beat, creepin' up my block |
I’m already knowin' a nigga wanna do me |
So I stay strapped (Don't pose for the cop) |
Crooked cops, they gonna harass me |
Ask me the same ol' bullshit questions |
Knowin' I’m a thug with bud for days |
Keepin' a pistol in my possession |
But a thuggish ruggish soldier like myself gon' move on |
And prevail, avoid jail, collect my mill with my Bones, splittin' domes |
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on |
Come on, don’t make me hurt ya |
Come on, come on, come on, come on |
Come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that bloody murder |
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on |
Come on, make a move and I’ll have to hurt ya |
Come on, come on, come on |
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on |
All about that bloody murder |
Baby Boi |
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me |
Still to this day, it’s a struggle |
Addicted to trouble, we never goin' change |
Mom made us thugs, see |
Soldiers, I think we must be to O.G.? |
loves thee |
Mama plead my family tree never helped a mother come up |
Seen it was hard tryin' to bring her sons up--they dwelled on the worse |
And ate nothin' for done up, comin' up, made it, eternal |
If I struggle, thank God |
I’m a count my blessin', trouble but never no stressin' |
Just called it a lesson |
Cause life will be runnin' that test and better off in a cell |
See a nigga walkin' the streets |
And they label us foolish children |
Cause I always knew this |
While the rest of my days I be livin' in Ruthless |
Fuck what you’re thinkin', law, my Judge is up Heaven |
Look at my stomach and see the «7,» |
Even scales is how I’m bailin' |
Rebellin', tellin' y’all nothin' but a soldier tells |
Critic can kiss my ass |
I might go to thinkin' about my past |
Get mad, I reach in my stash and blast |
Fuck all y’all that treated a nigga like we wasn’t shit |
And soon as we hit, now what do we get? |
These fake-ass niggas tryin' to get in our click, all on our dick |
But you can miss me, actin' phony in my presence, love it or leave it |
You can’t believe it |
It ain’t that season |
Get to steppin', hater |
Only Mo Thug allowed, say it loud, Mo Thug and I’m proud |
Mo Thug and I’m proud |
Loud! |
Proud! |
Loud! |
Proud! |
Baby Boi |
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me |
Better watch for the nightfall when them come |
Better watch out for the night stormers |
No light’s in sight when them run, but then once we warn ya |
Caught ya slippin' up out of your game, playa |
Wasteland soldier, see what we facin' |
Chasin' po-po in the hood like Jason |
Casin' your set, fin to blow your station instantly |
Fin to be World War 3 if ya fuck with my family, try to test the men |
And we single-handedly take over your mind and the rest of the planet |
See, I’ll be damned if we surrender, agenda’s still no pretender |
Put it all down, make 'em all remember: |
Deep in Hell is where I’ll send ya |
Welcome to the Land of more indo |
We smoke |
We choke |
You know we blaze |
Break out any cup with the pipe, what’s up? |
Parlay, come around my way |
Lay keep it real |
Keep it real |
Peace be still, time after time, can’t forget that money |
Man, that money, man |
Mo' money be on mind, bottom line |
Baby Boi |
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me |