[Verse 1]
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(So Slim, do you have anything to say to the people?)
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I'm a mothafuckin' Fool, and you, test my nuts
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not knowin', in guns I trust, and bust and put gats in the dust
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you wanted some murder shit, well murder shit is what ya gettin'
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I'm verbally spittin', got these niggas scared and shittin'
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you fuckin' with the right one, soulja fo life one
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ain't no mothafucka like em
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where he at, show em to me
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and I'm gonna strike em and bite em
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and swallow em, for trying to be a follower
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my deadly venom instantly kills em like a cobra
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leave it up to Magnolia
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to shut em down and sober
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popped off and tokin' em
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break down and stick em and hold em up
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and smoke it up with enemies
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claim to be friends with me
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the whole while they into me
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when shit don't make sense to me
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whodi got a bently, and whodi got a jag
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whodi got a lot of shit that Soulja Slim never had
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but, I don't get mad and start hatin, cuz that's bitch shit
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if it wasn't for incarceration, I'd a been rich
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[CHORUS]
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I'm a fool
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and I'm one of em, who likes to talk about what I'm about
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straight up tell ya to ya face what I'm gonna do
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I'm a fool
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these niggas fool hoggin, and ho hoggin
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drinkin' that hatorade, they don't wanna see me ballin'
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I'm a fool
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they can't stop me, they hoes jock me
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how u luv that, baller block that
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I'm a fool
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I can hear em sayin it now
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that's a fool there, a fool there
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[Verse 2]
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[knocks on the door]
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Who's there?, it's me dog, me?
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where the fuck you was at when I was off in the penetentiary
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when I was outta sight and outta mind
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with only a handful of soldiers by my side,
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rest of my so called niggas was jive
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but I ain't gonna say no names, cuz they know who they be
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so if you thinkin' I'm talkin' bout you, Fuck You
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cuz lately, I been feelin' since these niggas tryin' soulja hate me
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that they wanna duct tape me
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and knock me off, and drop me off, in the Nolia
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but I'm shell shocked, clutchin' my glock, bitch I'm a soldier,
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beggin around fo some change, and come and get me
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and I'm gonna be waitin' on em by myself with my pistols with me
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ain't nann nigga gon' ride, like I'm gon' ride for me
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and ain't nann nigga gon die, like I'm gon' die for me
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believe that, I'm 100% real when ya look me up and down
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you can see that, come back in the mix, and I'll be back
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to touch somethin', hit somethin' and split somethin'
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quit stunnin', ya'll niggas ain't killin' nuttin'
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[CHORUS]
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I'm a fool
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I been there, done that shit
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when I'm off in that zone, nigga, tell me run that shit
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I'm a fool
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Angola bound, uptown
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skinny ass nigga weighin' a hundred somethin' pounds
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I'm a fool
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I represents what I say
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ain't no fuckin game here, ain't no instant replay
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I'm a fool
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I hear em sayin it now, that's a fool there, a fool there
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[Verse 3]
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(Slim, do you have anything to say to the haters who say you can't
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make it on the outside?)
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Remember this old sayin' a wise man change
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a fool will stay the same
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fuck it, blame it on the game
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breakin' acid
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will I spend my life in a cell block or in a casket
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or will I get old and get my groove back like Angela Basset
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only time will tell, but until then I'll be stackin' my mail
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by album album sells, Magnolia wear dwells
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I love them bricks, I love the ghetto hoes
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cuz they gon' show ya what they workin' with
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a lot of my little dogs, still be gettin' loaded
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walkin' around the project with the pistol out, talkin' and snortin'
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whodi don't give a fuck, cuz they dealer got em gone
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bout that foolishness, and gon' jack somethin' with they jones
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they remind me of me, old Magnolia Slim
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you can break ya ass off in this sewer water tryin' to swim
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it's polluted, I'm foolish
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I'm a Fool
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Soulja Slim |