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(*talking*) Yeah, it's a different year, you heard me It's a different year, uh [Hook - 2x] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Nigga yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Nigga yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm that nigga, nigga fuck what you talking bout [Soulja Slim] You checking my status, ain't you I'm a Down South nigga, I'm a hell of a gangsta I got em fucked up, they gon know how I do it I'm always known, for making cut throat music I don't fuck around with him, he too dick in the booty If I say the nigga name, then he'd prolly sue me He hurting I'm rolling now, then keep it real Making me or you, show me how Stole the game, from the bitch nigga like that There's over one million ways, you could get jacked Well I'm a street jack artist, I can respect that That's like me and you hitting a lick, you shoot me in my back You fucking with the wrong nigga, I'm telling you Shadow your motherfucking image, make it hell for you You might feel I'm over due, well come and get me I keep my heater on me, burn a nigga crispy, make him history [Hook - 2x] [Soulja Slim] Second verse is worse than the first, your people Need a corner rebirth, and order a box of white t-shirts I'ma knock your ass off, I ain't the last Don I'm the last Dog, one in the manger was under the Nolia Nigga never could take over Magnolia, Slim here to stay Nigga know why I smash, anything that's in my way Hate I'm set tripping, you in ways round my way If you once, you should know how I handle a AK Respect me, live by the trigga die by it Every nigga from New Orleans, keep a gat up on they side Stay the fuck from round my Bentley, yeah I use to get high Your bitch told me you say that, after I nutted in her eye Big girls don't cry, here's a towel wipe your face Let him know and know he a rat, and he got fucked up stay Only thing you could do, is suck a nigga dick Us Cut Throat niggas, keep another nigga bitch [Hook - 2x] [Soulja Slim] You see, this shit ain't nothing to me If it wasn't for this, I'd be still in the street Fuck I'm talking bout, stuck in the street 24-7 Pulled up on the AVE., nigga sold me a Mack 11 That's a throwback gat, gotta stamp that there Give him dollas, and he can have that there Make sho it ain't broke, and nothing wrong with the pin I walked on back, and let ten off in the wind Dog this ain't fully, he done filed it down Soldier haters please, just hate me now I'm Jump-Sly Slim, don't jock my style You wanna be like me, but you don't know how The first thang be original, cause if You get your own style, nigga feel you mo' And if you gotta be a man, on that river bro Nigga know, I'm a motherfucking genero' [Hook - 2x]