| Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me
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| Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me
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| Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me
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| Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me
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| Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me
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| Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me
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| Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me
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| Whodi, wanna make happen nigga
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| (Na na na)
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| Now lets get it started, I fuck shit up on tha Bacardi
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| You can call it, I be damned if I dat one dearly departed
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| Glock forty wit 2 other clips stuck beside me
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| I call tha canon, new & improved dog bitch for tha 90's
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| I keeps it real, niggas don’t wanna let me ball & chill
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| Fuck wit tha treal still they’ll get a nigga killed
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| So I keep 'em close, don’t know 'em, I met 'em on my joce
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| Cut throat 'em on Magnolia leave body parts on Willow
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| Dats how we do it, 6 court souljas off top
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| Keep 'em cocked wit out havin' second thoughts to pop
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| Uptown dats where I was born & raised
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| Chastised by veterens in they army brigades
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| When I grew up I wanted to just like them
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| Look at me now retired veteren, Soulja Slim
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| Alot of souljas made it & alot of 'em didn’t
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| It ain’t easy bein' a soulja takes alot of wig splittin'
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| Unforgettin' ghetto livin' to tha day dat I die
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| Fabolous, dangerous weighin' 195
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| I got scuffle like Holyfield but I gets ill like Mike
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| For them nigga snakes I bite
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| When I write (grrr)I bite back
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| Picture dat, nigga raw doggin' it
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| Got tha industry on lockdown & I’m hoggin' it
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| I got what cha lookin' for & what cha want
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| Huh don’t play no games you know your do’s & don’ts, what
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| Nigga just shot my dawg Double Crosser
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| Beef is on, heat is on, tweekin' for leakin' domes
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| Make it known when I come home clear tha whole corner
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| Somebody gon' die when my & my army ride
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| You niggas jive, who gonna thank me & my dawg won’t kill ya
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| Had ya down dad should of let my dawg steel ya
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| Bustarized, realized, we crucifized, homicide
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| Lookin' for me wit tha chinese eyes
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| Gold grill from tha back to tha front, mask on
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| Done a walkby & got my blast on
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| See me when I beef I can’t sleep
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| I creep creep, lay low like a sniper & che, che
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| Day & night hopin' I catch my prey right
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| I hate tha light but I can’t run from a gun fight
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| Soulja type & I refuse to lose my life
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| Been inticed by tha devil but I love Jesus Christ
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| So what dat tell ya, I’m gon' kill ya if I haveta
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| Thank it’s a game when it ain’t no fun & laughter
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| Blast ya ass then get ghost like Casper
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| I’m bout it bout it, I just ain’t no good ass rapper
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| (What)
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| In tha projects thugged out slangin' for cheese
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| Head bustin' any nigga holdin' them ki’s
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| Puffin' weed daily, thuggin' in public
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| Tha bitches give me head cause tha hoes they love me
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| Say goodbye to them bitch niggas they work for tha feds
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| I can’t be caught wit cha when they bust yo head
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| Ski masked wit a hundred rounds lookin' for fire
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| Downtown niggas clearin' watch them niggas expire
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| We ride fo' deep in a Caddy wit Swab
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| I don’t love head bustin' im just doin' my job
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| Iberville is what I scream lookin' for danger
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| Hundred rounds in my chopper realesin' my anger, now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Holla At Me , by - Soulja Slim. Song from the album Years Later A Few Months Later, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп