[Soulja Slim/Big Ed]
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Chorus
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We suggest that you niggas don't fuck with us
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The more niggas you bring the more heads we bust
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[Soulja Slim]
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It's do or die on the streets that I roam, that I roam
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That's why I never leave my gun at home, gun at home [x2]
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[Soulja Slim]
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Shit, niggas not goin put the chest these days
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Niggas catch it down bad and bust your motherfuckin head
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Put it like that, should have had your gat but nigga you chose to slip
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And the nigga chose to let all thirty two out this extra clip
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Enter your dome, let loose gonna meet your momma home
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I'll let you slide one time cause she was full of that fucking rome
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But you on guard, I don't stun in front of these pussy poppers
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I'm from uptown so you know I got to get you partner
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I've been doin this and you just jump in the porshe and new jacks
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And I got quick reacts and I bust em back and hit somethin
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Fuck the stuntin, me and myself
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might twirk a somethin and hurt somethin
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Straight dome shot, leave you bald
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might go on my face and fuck em all
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Then walk off with an innocent look on my face
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Soon as I get to the corner, pick up the pace
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running like I'm running a race
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Cause I aint bout no more murder charge catch me
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Down here them people fools ya, lose you in a second
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Get convicted in your life, now you trying to appeal
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Should have gave them a dome shot, should have played them real
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I suggest you don't fuck with us
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Suggest don't fuck with us
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I suggest
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[Chorus x2]
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[Big Ed]
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We some hard ass niggas, Big Ed and Soulja Slim
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Niggas bust at us, watch us end low and bust at them
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Get out the way, kids getting hit and shit
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Already split forty rounds and not even a half a clip
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Bitches know me as the assassin, tip toe and squeezing and blasting
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Camoflauge fatigue feared off in a black ski maskin
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A No Limit soldier, nigga we ain't scared to bring it
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Nigga I'm tryin to leave the streets behind
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and put in no wax and singing
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And nigga keep my gat trown up like [?]
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Trigger finger itching like crabs
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Got me strapped tighter then hoes legs wrapped around me when I stab
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Nigga think got more deadly so I got more gats
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Totin to edge two compacts, Big Ed be puttin it down like that!
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[Chorus x2]
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[Mr. Serv-On]
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It's the S to the E to the R to the V
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to the O to the N to the T to the R to
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the U to the N to the I to the G to the K to the A
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Can't carry ya, drama marry ya
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Step across this fuckin line my tank stroll motherfucker
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I straight deal ya
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Be like blasting, stepping like a fuckin hog
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Soulja Slim ya know me, Big Ed get at me dog
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I'm still asking the lord to bless me
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these niggas persist to test me
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After the night, only the gangsta hell gonna accept me
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I'm ready to lay my claim niggas know the game
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Ain't shit changed, five hundred dollars
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I'm soed up and I'm still creeping
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Round the corner with my mask on
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got my gloves on, ready to get my fucking blast on
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So when you see me, nigga bow down to this fucking tank
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You niggas wanna be like us but you niggas fucking can't
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So I'm tired of you motherfuckers
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asking why I twist my hat and wear my colors
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It's all tank love, fuck the others
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It's real nigga (real)
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Head Buster
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Soulja Slim |