歌词

Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me Whodi, wanna make happen nigga (Na na na) Now lets get it started, I fuck shit up on tha Bacardi You can call it, I be damned if I dat one dearly departed Glock forty wit 2 other clips stuck beside me I call tha canon, new & improved dog bitch for tha 90's I keeps it real, niggas don't wanna let me ball & chill Fuck wit tha treal still they'll get a nigga killed So I keep 'em close, don't know 'em, I met 'em on my joce Cut throat 'em on Magnolia leave body parts on Willow Dats how we do it, 6 court souljas off top Keep 'em cocked wit out havin' second thoughts to pop Uptown dats where I was born & raised Chastised by veterens in they army brigades When I grew up I wanted to just like them Look at me now retired veteren, Soulja Slim Alot of souljas made it & alot of 'em didn't It ain't easy bein' a soulja takes alot of wig splittin' Unforgettin' ghetto livin' to tha day dat I die Fabolous, dangerous weighin' 195 I got scuffle like Holyfield but I gets ill like Mike For them nigga snakes I bite When I write (grrr)I bite back, Picture dat, nigga raw doggin' it Got tha industry on lockdown & I'm hoggin' it I got what cha lookin' for & what cha want Huh don't play no games you know your do's & don'ts, what Nigga just shot my dawg Double Crosser Beef is on, heat is on, tweekin' for leakin' domes Make it known when I come home clear tha whole corner Somebody gon' die when my & my army ride You niggas jive, who gonna thank me & my dawg won't kill ya Had ya down dad should of let my dawg steel ya Bustarized, realized, we crucifized, homicide Lookin' for me wit tha chinese eyes Gold grill from tha back to tha front, mask on Done a walkby & got my blast on See me when I beef I can't sleep I creep creep, lay low like a sniper & che, che Day & night hopin' I catch my prey right I hate tha light but I can't run from a gun fight Soulja type & I refuse to lose my life Been inticed by tha devil but I love Jesus Christ So what dat tell ya, I'm gon' kill ya if I haveta Thank it's a game when it ain't no fun & laughter Blast ya ass then get ghost like Casper I'm bout it bout it, I just ain't no good ass rapper (What) In tha projects thugged out slangin' for cheese Head bustin' any nigga holdin' them ki's Puffin' weed daily, thuggin' in public Tha bitches give me head cause tha hoes they love me Say goodbye to them bitch niggas they work for tha feds I can't be caught wit cha when they bust yo head Ski masked wit a hundred rounds lookin' for fire Downtown niggas clearin' watch them niggas expire We ride fo' deep in a Caddy wit Swab I don't love head bustin' im just doin' my job Iberville is what I scream lookin' for danger Hundred rounds in my chopper realesin' my anger, now
Writer(s): Robert Allen, Ellis Williams, Khaled Khaled, Armando Perez, Arthur Baker, John Robie, John Miller, Aasim Bey Bambaataa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out