Soulja Slim
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Only for the real, niggaz who I fuck with
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Know what I'm sayin'?
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REal niggaz gon' feel this shit
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Cause its only who I fuck with
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Know what I'm sayin'?
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Show by hands
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Put 'em up in the air if you bout makin' dollars
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And you be bout this real shit
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That be to hard to swallow
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Come, follow?
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Me to the land
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The home of the soldiers
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If not committed they will cut throat ya
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Play brawl then go to
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Soldier streets but don't sleeps
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And shots to knock ya off ya feet
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Specialise in assassinatin', all bustas who be soldier hatin'
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My bodygaurd is the Lord
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Mines in the back of my head
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My dogg, a born killa
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Treal nigga
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Been runnin' with me since I was small
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Alot of y'all probably know him, then again ya probably don't
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Cause its sung to strugglin' that be ridin'
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With head biters in the trunk
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Elliotts name was double crosser
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He'll double cross ya, when he woulda taught ya
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Told me not to get my hand dirty
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He'll be my nigga tosser
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Tellin' me to do my rap thing
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No Limit bring me out there
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Just chill, and make my mills
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With my skills and keep it real
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[Chorus 1:]
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That's a, born killa
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1- A treal nigga
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2+3- Big time, dope dealer
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A real nigga, that get it how I live on it
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Fuck with born killas, dope dealers and real niggaz
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Ill niggaz, and treal niggaz
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That get it how the live nigga
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Born killaz
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Dope dealers
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And treal niggaz
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That get it how they live
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The real niggaz, stay real
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And the fakes stay fake
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And you's a busta type nigga
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Then stay the fuck outta my face
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Because I'm tryin' to stay busta free
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But y'all not hearin' me
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Its nuts or cuffs
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Get it how you live, on these city streets
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And every nigga roam,
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Gotta be Bout It Bout It
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Niggaz pourin' syrup in the game
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They not bein' solid
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And thats the busta type
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Niggaz I can't fuck with so I stay my distance
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And run with real soldiers that love me
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Only a handfull, duck and holler back
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Real niggaz for sure got my back
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All about the combat
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All of the rest of 'em dead
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Bread, ridin' red
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A big dope dealer I used to fuck with doin' time in the vet
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No need to say his name, my nigga used to slang them thangs
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O-Z's and kilos
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Heard the smack mayne
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He used to give me grams
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Never wanted to give me weight
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He knew my habit, had me out there, he was goin' to get blazed
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I respect that by me bein' an addict
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I was, here I had to snort about half a gram to get me a buzz
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[Chorus 2]
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I got sent to the old jail, where alot of niggaz don't survive
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I rolled on the till bout a quarter of five
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Got up early in the mornin'
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Four feet up old mill
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Guess who till rep
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My dogg Cheer Will
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He gave me five scoops, cause I just rolled in
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But I gave that shit away
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Cause my head bone bent
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A murder charge in three attempts
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What the fuck you expectin'?
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I'm facin' life in prison, with a leathal injection
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But these dick suckin' DA's
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They refuse the charge
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I rolled off B1, makin' boo-koo noise
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Screamin' those bitches can't hold a Soulja like me down
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Then my pajamas, socks and T-shirts, with a tank from ? town
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I ain't stay out, cause thirty days
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I come right back in this bitch
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Probation violation, gotta do a year in six
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I bet you dick suckers won't see me
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No mothafuckin' more
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I got big plans, ya understand?
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By slangin' lyrics like dope
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To all my people locked down, y'all be home in a second
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Just keep it real, and stay treal and make them bitches respect ya
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[Chorus 3: till end]
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Only Real Niggas
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Soulja Slim |