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[Soulja Slim]
A-K-A Gun Smoke, yep, as if you didn't know bitch ass nigga

Nigga you could expect nothin' but war shit
When dat nigga Soulja Slim
'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these
Violating (white dude singing)
Fuck em (Jadakiss)
But you need to know(white dude singing)
(Jadakiss)

[Chorus]
Jadas got a gun (white dude singing)
Relieve'em of they aggravation, take'em rollerskatin'
On them Dayton's, tell'em "Baby, stick with me, you goin' places"
Go replace'em, draw erase'em out my
and smack somethin
I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two
If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo
And go and by a juice
and smack somethin
I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two
If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo
And go and by a juice
We ain’t ever been the motherfuckas
That could get a hundred-fifty bitches on deck
We the type of dudes that be putting in the effort
Just to show
stay strunting with the mini bop
Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Meka)]
Better tell 'em if they
a schoolteacher to test me
Cause I don't just do em, I run through em
And I don't just hurt, uh uh, I body work em
Lyrical torture, never could support ya
For
torture, never could support ya
For steppin' to me, agony is what it brought ya
Cause you never seen this type of lyrical genius
That could never be
done gone a different way (that's right)
I know my lawyers play the lies game
It's okay for Soulja Boy to say Nas' name
Nothin but Ludacris answers
(Yeah)
Right off the back, ma, the boy got dollars
So women come frequent like flight mileage
It ain't no secret (I) I might holla
But I ain't
this motherfucker killing this section
You can kinda tell this motherfucker still an erection
But getting harder by the minute, just admit it, it's
know it
Wanna bring it you ain't ready for it
No right now what's ya tell em go get boy
And lights out
And nigga I ain't playing with ya
Come any
copy 'em
Skeesos in my posse always tell me that I'm rockin' 'em
Old school, new school, make no, never mind
Your foundation's just been undermine
is gone
That's why it doesn't work, you better use your real Kung Fu

Yeah, aiyo, she want a thug, not the lawyer type
A golden boy to promote it
John McEnroe
Me, I'm cool I keep my jewels intact (c'mon)
Loon ain't type of dude that'll move like that (that's right)
Don't compare me to no boozy cat
to hit 'em wit the woop wop
Now the barrel of my governor is hoo tot
'Cause you the type that'll get your whole shew crot
Loud mouth nigga trippin'
around 
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay 
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's 
In the house, put the record on replay 

[Ghostface
around 
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay 
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's 
In the house, put the record on replay 

[Ghostface
European, send it back to the Queen like, ho
You ever step your foot in Kemet, bitch we slit your throat
We send them funny fuck boy preacher types back
raised that type of nigga

I tried to do right, but it only got your boy fucked in the game
So I changed my mind, now I'm back on this grind
Trying to get
[Chorus: Eminem]
Y'all better leave that boy alone
'cause if they don't
You know they going come back on 'em
And they don't want him to come back
since for her it's so natural
Wish I could tell her that "All the niggas after you!"
So not compatible that we're compatible
It's nothing else in this
since for her it's so natural
Wish I could tell her that "All the niggas after you!"
So not compatible that we're compatible
It's nothing else in this