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You gone get what the fuck you came fo
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I got that shit you wanna bust my brains fo
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It could be this nigga, that, niggat this, nigga that
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But you gone get what the fuck you came fo
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[Soulja Slim]
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Yeah I'm comin 'round ya'll muthafuckin set, wit my gun in my hand
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Not to kill ya, just to get it off my chest like a man
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I use ta, fuck wit cha, now I gives a fuck about ya
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Tryna jack a jacker?, bitch I'll blow ya mama house up
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You know how we do, them 3rd ward nigga
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Don't fuck wit Soulja Slim, I gotta grave yard nigga
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They say ya'll niggas gettin beside yourself
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Ya playin wit cha life gone jeprodize ya'self
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I'ma natural born, hustla hitta, go getta, 6 Co' fa
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sho nigga, whoa nigga, you aint sayin nothin
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I'm sprayin somethin, I'm willin to die behind mine
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My AK pump the party, that's my Partners n Crime
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If you only knew, what goes on in my mind
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I see murder, and do murder, fuck it, I'm "Trapped in Crime"
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It's kinda hard for me, to walk a straight line
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I'd rather give a nigga somethin 'fore I let em take mine
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[chorus]
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[Trenity]
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I heard these niggas wanna murder me, bury me, carry me, back to the grave
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Was first, bein in a hearse, or bein in a cell block packed wit the slaves
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Get smacked in the face, tried to see my body stacked in the case
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A lack of the trace, I don't never get out tracked in a race
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Cause I'm that nigga that learned to respect the game that my ho's gave me
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And aint no need of me livin for God cause I know heaven can't take me
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And the devil can't make me, Not prison or them bullets can break me
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I done went from leg wounds to the head wounds, what you been thru lately?
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I tried to be down to earth but it's like I'm slowly fallin off it
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I'm by the bridge awaitin hell, but I'm ready to walk across it
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Let-a-nigga-chalk-it, let it come and find the human target
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Cause nigga I married the game and we left 4 blood stains at the Paupet
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And I'm still lost to the world, but if you wants it come and get me
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But I aint that nigga to be sittin around thinkin bout what you did me
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This nigga done bent me, this bitch gone fell me all in his kidney
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Bitch I'ma soulja for life and I'm too real for you to sell or rent me
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[chorus]
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[12 O'Klock]
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Papa was a rollin stone, had a hat filled wit dice
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Taught me "Son get yo own, give no ho your life"
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Thru struggle, there's progress, I'ma livin testimony
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I went to Range Rovers and writin checks, when I
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started out as a junkey, Fuck Love!
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I don't trust love, I don't need love in this picture
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Cause the one you choose to love, no doubt, will be the one to get cha
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Actin off of impulse, is a weakness fools keep (damn fools)
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Thinkin wit the index finger, gets many put to sleep
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What goes around comes around, I don't believe that friend
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Cause if you let me get you now, I'm bound to strike again
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How you live is how you die, that's words of the good book
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But I was born into this sin, So I guess I'ma die a crook
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A man that stands for nothin, falls for anything, and
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A man that stands for somethin, calls for many things
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Me, I'm like Clint Eastwood, wanna Fist Full of Dollars
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Fuck the bitches, fuck the fame, just give me the power
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[chorus: until end]
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What You Came Fo
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Soulja Slim |