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Talking:
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Whats that big baby?
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You know whats sound dog
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They gon' like this here, ya heard me?
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They go like, you know what I'm sayin'?
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Fuck 'em
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Chorus:
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From what I was told niggaz say I'm a hit No Limit like Pac,
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Hit Death Row and make some mon', now dance hoe
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And blow, up like the world trade
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And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
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Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
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Now I'm ballin', don't plan on fallin'
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For the world
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Left the furl in the dope man, on the set
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Cause I got plans bigger then the desire projects
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I run with steel object toes, niggaz that smoke coke
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And watch 'em in they back scopin'
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Outta all soldier haters
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Quick Draw McGraw niggaz see ya later
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Cradle to the grave ya
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Ya daddy made ya?
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Let's see if he can be ya savior
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When I cave ya chest in with me murder weapon
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They can't find out Smith and Wesson
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Only glocks and street machines with infer beams
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You know what I mean
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Fully automatic things light up the scene
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And break ham like Carl Lewis
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Nothin but gun smoke is all ya smell
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Niggaz lying dead on bullets and shells
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My people dwells to Uptown
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Where the shit goes down
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Shot callers and big ballers, mothers know
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And do-do brown, Beats By The Pound, somethin' you could smoke too
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Flavors like ? red, beans, rice, gumbo the stew
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My little one said its all on you, and Choppers City
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My ? clique clanin' posse
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Ain't no stoppin', my committe
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Shits bigger then me, Nino Black
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And a can of Trinity, ya feelin' me?
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Chorus
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Incarceration had me real impatient
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I was local until ya heard me on Down South Hustlers, it was nation
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That told this shit is my creation
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Is it real, yeah, cause niggaz wearin' soldier rags and shit
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Keepin' it twreal
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My reservation is to make some mills
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And stay independent
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Stay wearin' girbauds and polos, and soldier Reebok tennis
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Crushed out tank on my neck
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Protect my chest like a vest
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No more coke, no more dope, just alcohol and sess
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Respect my rhyme because my mind is filled up with anger
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Sound like I got a glock for it
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With black ? bullets in the chamber
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Wait to be released and decease fake ass MC's
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Niggaz best freeze cause I squeeze gats and burn to the third degree
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Make you wonder will you ever breathe again like Toni Braxton
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Leave ya skull fraction, about more action than Jackson
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So you better ask somebody that know me
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If they real they gon' tell ya whats real
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If they fake they gon' soldier hate
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I can freestyle about it without makin' no mistake, ask Trey
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That's my compadre, a nigga that I ride with, all day
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Got it cocked
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And in the trunk bumpin' nothin' but the Beats By The Pound funk
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Pull that skunk out, the windows fogged up
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And the system all the way pumped
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Everything we drop be fire, don't nothin' be bunk
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Chorus
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I was a weed fiend, dope fiend and coke fiend with low key
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And I was on the cumma move,
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When you and LV used to rock the club 49
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Back in 93
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Hoe was givin' me love
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Niggaz givin' me daps and hugs
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Soldiers respect soldiers, and soldiers respect thugs
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Thugs gotta respect soldiers, if they don't want they life to be over
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Brought to a closin'
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Ain't nothin' changed but the name
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When ya say soldier
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Mean magnolia
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Ya got that?
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And me keep me glock, for they cocked back
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Hoes jock that, when a nigga be all the way real
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Only thing they want is the dough, dick appeal
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But I don't fuck around no more
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And only saw me like that you little clown ass hoe
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If my flow was a gun, bitch you would run
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When you hear my come, from the head
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Every lyric is a bullet
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Fuckin' ya up with some of this shit I say
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In 95 nigga left for me dead but I didn't die
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And some of the soldiers die
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They only multiply
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God left me alive, so I can blow up in the world
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I thank the man every night for takin' me off that furly girl
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It gave me the opportunity to raise my son and my community
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Cause now a days niggaz got guns and shit
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Screamin' out unity
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Motherfuckin' nigga bruisin' me
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That something I can't go for
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I done signed the contract
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Shut the studio door
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