| To all my niggas that get high with me
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| Are y’all really down to die with me?
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| Catch a bullet if it fly for me?
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| Walk by or drive by with me?
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| I got niggas that committed that’d die for me
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| Catch a bullet if that motherfucker fly for me
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| You see only real niggas ride with me in the back
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| In the front sippin' on Coniac
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| I’m blowin' big dubs
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| Rest in peace to all the niggas that I ran wit'
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| Feel like I’m the last man standing with my gun in hand
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| Watching my back spooking like I’m on that coke again
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| Knowing these niggas all in my face ain’t my friends
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| They backstabbers, money-grabbers
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| Trying to get what I got
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| They want my jingles and my pops I think not
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| I’m getting shot behind mines I thought I told you
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| I’mma trained for combat soldier
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| You gone respect Magnolia
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| Only aiming for the piece above your shoulder
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| And knock it off with the quickness
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| I’m all about my business
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| Murda one, Murda two
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| If I gotta kill a whole clique I’ll kill them motherfuckers too
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| Nigga who that be’s in the darkness
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| It be me Soulja Slim aiming at his target
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| Blam-Blam Bodyslam go the victim
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| Check em partner we killed him
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| That’s how I lick em' a shot
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| Point ignorance, vigilance, it be’s the prospect
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| Trinity, cut-throater, Magnolia projects
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| Flex, respects, that checks better recognize
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| Don’t come with that bullshit Trinity pull shit
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| A hell upon us to smoke, get full shit
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| Nigga let’s do this
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| For Soulja Slim G lock cock murder them
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| Nigga put em' in the wind then
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| I’mma hit your set and KaBoom it’s sin then
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| Nigga just sin then to the Pit of Less Prophet
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| With hot shit we send them
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| Gotta hit from hell, Thought I caught ya'
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| Nigga Knockers finna chop us we bend them
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| On the street that it’s cut-throat
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| Them niggas don’t know that we lay
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| Soulja Slim if you say so, rock-a-bye them bitches don’t play ho
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| Up, Up, Up come fly with me
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| Puff, Puff, Puff come get high with me
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| Buck, Buck put em' up this is a robbery
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| Come on nigga get in, I’mma drive just ride with me
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| But when the shit go down nigga you better be ready to die with me
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| I see past around the corner come on follow me
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| I’m drillin' and killin' these bitches until they get tired of me
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| Old fake dick-in-the-booty-ass niggas don’t bother me
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| Bitch I’m bout' to retire like I hit the lottery
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| The man wrote it down like that so that’s how it’s gotta be
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| I see through you bitches like cheap tint don’t lie to me
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| All in my face showing ivory |