[talking]
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Yeah, it's a different year, you heard me
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It's a different year, uh
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[Hook x2]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Nigga yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Nigga yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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I'm that nigga, nigga fuck what you talking bout
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[Soulja Slim]
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You checking my status, ain't you
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I'm a Down South nigga, I'm a hell of a gangsta
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I got em fucked up, they gon know how I do it
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I'm always known, for making cut throat music
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I don't fuck around with him, he too dick in the booty
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If I say the nigga name, then he'd prolly sue me
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He hurting I'm rolling now, then keep it real
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Making me or you, show me how
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Stole the game, from the bitch nigga like that
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There's over one million ways, you could get jacked
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Well I'm a street jack artist, I can respect that
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That's like me and you hitting a lick, you shoot me in my back
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You fucking with the wrong nigga, I'm telling you
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Shadow your motherfucking image, make it hell for you
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You might feel I'm over due, well come and get me
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I keep my heater on me, burn a nigga crispy, make him history
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[Hook x2]
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[Soulja Slim]
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Second verse is worse than the first, your people
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Need a corner rebirth, and order a box of white t-shirts
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I'ma knock your ass off, I ain't the last Don
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I'm the last Dog, one in the manger was under the Nolia
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Nigga never could take over Magnolia, Slim here to stay
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Nigga know why I smash, anything that's in my way
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Hate I'm set tripping, you in ways round my way
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If you once, you should know how I handle a AK
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Respect me, live by the trigga die by it
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Every nigga from New Orleans, keep a gat up on they side
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Stay the fuck from round my Bentley, yeah I use to get high
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Your bitch told me you say that, after I nutted in her eye
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Big girls don't cry, here's a towel wipe your face
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Let him know and know he a rat, and he got fucked up stay
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Only thing you could do, is suck a nigga dick
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Us Cut Throat niggas, keep another nigga bitch
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[Hook x2]
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[Soulja Slim]
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You see, this shit ain't nothing to me
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If it wasn't for this, I'd be still in the street
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Fuck I'm talking bout, stuck in the street 24-7
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Pulled up on the AVE., nigga sold me a Mack 11
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That's a throwback gat, gotta stamp that there
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Give him dollas, and he can have that there
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Make sho it ain't broke, and nothing wrong with the pin
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I walked on back, and let ten off in the wind
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Dog this ain't fully, he done filed it down
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Soldier haters please, just hate me now
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I'm Jump-Sly Slim, don't jock my style
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You wanna be like me, but you don't know how
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The first thang be original, cause if
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You get your own style, nigga feel you mo'
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And if you gotta be a man, on that river bro
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Nigga know, I'm a motherfucking genero'
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[Hook x2]
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Yeahh
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Soulja Slim |