| Go head big baby
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| Soulja Slim’s in this mothafucker with Da Hound from girttown
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| And C mothafuckin' Murder
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| Know what
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| I’m saying for the 19 9nickel and three mothafucking pennies
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| Shit’s getting real
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| Its the Glock born shooter so respect him don’t neglect him
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| But check him, quick to blast bullets off in your intersection
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| You better ask some fucking body bout Soulja Slim I murdered them
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| And I keep it cocked at all times come look at him
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| I’m inviting you to danger
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| You best to be a banger
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| One that don’t miss I’m TRU to this I' ve been raised
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| Blues an shit I trained myself for combatbust back as I react
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| On every attack so niggas keep your mouths closed
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| And eyes open
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| My trigger finger itching to be stroking
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| Praying and hoping
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| One of you niggas build ya’ll nuts up to come try me
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| Last nigga done it bloody body
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| Him couldn’t get by me, why me
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| A soldier that has a backround of murders and robbery
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| That shit that used to be my hobby
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| Never do it sloppy, make the job well done
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| Get rid of the murder weapon get a new gun
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| I’m on the run
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| I’m on the run, so all you bitch niggas leave me alone
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| I’m on the run, ducking 2 shots to the dome
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| It ain’t no limit to the mothafucking bitches we fuck
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| My tank niggas bout to make the world blow up
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| We get rowdy in the club, so show me some love
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| Its been 2 years since I possessed some drugs
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| Nigga hard times is a thing of the past
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| Give me 2 keys and I’m gone give you back cash
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| I’m a hustle til I’m dead, ball til I fall
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| I won’t rest til they put my name on the wall
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| TRU niggas gone ride, playa haters gone die
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| Cause after dollars and cents only the strong survive
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| With bulletproof Hummers and multiple pistols
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| With solid gold tanks and multiple missles
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| I’ma bust until I can’t bust no more
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| The Magnolia, Girttown with the Calliope
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| I’ma No Limit Soldier they be some soidier too
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| I represent them killers cause they in my crew
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| I just hit the streets with my beer
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| Them niggas know what time it is
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| Clear up the streets bitches put away your kids
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| Shit I’m going out like a gangsta did
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| Mothafuckers gotta get it how ya live
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| Shit were you niggas was were you niggas here
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| Take a short vacation and niggas struck fear
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| Fuck I’m bout to break it down to the nitty gritty
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| Nigga act shitty I’ma bring 'em back to the days of nitty
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| Give me a Bud, pop the lid take a swig
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| Give me the other bud, roll a spliff take a hit
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| I gotta leave 'em how I left 'em down and out
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| Running about, happy more than a smith n wesson
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| I took my pistol I struck it to the ground
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| I want something go buck about a 100 fucking rounds
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| Plus I want the poi and fucking furl
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| I’m a broke off that 11 500 fuck that girl
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| Shit give me the wig watch me spilt it dig
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| Too many niggas ain’t pretty but this nigga is
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| I got to do 'em like my cousin Dave do
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| Den we tap dem lights mothafucka hey you
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| Catch the ground up the shit I’ma pistol whip
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| I be around fuck don’t let me catch a nigga slip |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On the Run , by - Soulja Slim. Song from the album The Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп