Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song U Hear Dat, artist - Soulja Slim. Album song Years Later A Few Months Later, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.08.2003
Record label: Eone
Song language: English
U Hear Dat |
| Murder murder, murder murder |
| Mo' murder murder |
| Murder murder, murder murder |
| Mo' murder murder |
| I’ma pop him, I’ma pop him uh-huh |
| I’ma pop him, I’ma pop him |
| You heard that… uh yeah |
| Fuck I look like wearing a toe tag, up in a body bag |
| My gun my bullets, my thirty round clip |
| I’m never leaving home without it, I don’t slip |
| Ok I’m some’ing serious, I’m so serious from you not knowing |
| I’ll cut your throat till the meat showing, motherfuck a rap |
| I hustle rap, like four or five birds of smack |
| Bag up in ounces half ounces, quarters and shit like that |
| You get the drift, I’m grown up you can take a sniff |
| Don’t get in your whip, I’ll make you hurl up in your shit |
| I was that flooded bag, that that lil' boy had |
| Went out like a soldier, O.D.'d with his soldier rag |
| You better believe, uptown niggas sold him that |
| I’m some’ing serious I told him that, when I first started |
| Now you dearly departed, still I remain raw |
| In reality, I chop bags up with my chainsaw |
| I’m rapping for a reason, God gave me this gift |
| And made to where a nigga can’t fuck with me, running real shit |
| One shot for fifty cents, she brought it back to the street |
| Now it’s all on me, to get me right now in this industry |
| I ain’t no friend of P, don’t ask me bout that boy |
| He ain’t no man, you think I’m lying then ask Pastor Troy |
| I pass the toy, and let my lil' dogs get the murder charge |
| They feel like he played me, so they gon' bring the fucking noise |
| I rap bout fifty bars, motherfuck a chorus |
| I can do this, I’m one of the world official flowists |
| Magnolia Projects, is the spot where I was praised at |
| Got love for Mac-90's, 223's and K’s and |
| Automatic handguns, reveolvers I had some |
| Booted my last one, I bagged em and toe tagged em |
| It’s a reunion, all my real niggas home from the penn |
| If I start naming these killers, they’ll get up under your skin |
| Give em the game, tell em it ain’t like back in the days |
| If you ain’t pushing Escalades, out chea' trying to get paid |
| We’ll be ya beat, I remember when we was on that skeet |
| Now it’s years later like a mo’fucker, 2003 |
| (*talking*) |
| Yeah, KLC I been fucking with ya for a long time nigga |
| Ya understand I’m saying, a long time partna |
| I came in the game fucking with ya, ya dig (fa sho nigga) |
| But I wanna know what the fuck you using for the high heads (this 22 gun shots) |
| What you using for the snout, (nine milli buck shots) |
| Well what’s with the kick, (twelve gauge) |
| What that is for the open high heads, (45 cocked) |
| And the bass, (twelve gauge one) yeah |