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Albums:

Speakers Going Hammer (Soulja Boy) · Speakers Going Hammer (Soulja Boy) · Crank That (Soulja Boy) (Soulja Boy) · These Speakers Don't Always Tell the Truth [EP] (From Autumn to Ashes) · On the Speakers [EP] (On the Speakers) · Speakers and Tweeters (Dub Pistols) · Blast the Speakers, Vol. 2 (St. John) · Blast the Speakers (St. John) · Armageddon Through Your Speakers (Bionic Jive) · On the Speakers [EP] [Universal] (On the Speakers) – and 90 other albums »


the fuck a bitch think
Young soulja got my speakers going MC Hammer
Like Rick Ross bitch I think I'm MC Hammer

Hey! Yea! Yea!
Say wassup
Hey! Yea! Yea!
Speakers going hammer, speakers going hammer?

I remember back in the days man I was broke
These days Soulja Tell Em ridin' a hundred spokes
No joke, man
getting money man what the fuck a bitch think
Young soulja got my speakers going M.C. Hammer
Like Rick Ross bitch I think I'm M.C. Hammer

Hey! Yea! Yea!
like soulja boy tell em and they parents they can't see it they blind they wonder why they kids talking bout soulja boy all the time(all the time) they
show me love
Because I have the speakers going hammer
(The dough boy version though, yeah)

So Liv
I picks her up, right?
She tells me: Oh I
the streets (for the streets).
Lets give em' something they can mmm...

In the Trunk. 

At this point you should be turnin' your speakers up (turn your
(for the streets)
Lets give em' something they can mm

In the Trunk. 

At this point you should be turnin your speakers up 
(turn your speaker up),
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
to tell a story, ohh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life

America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's
boy, who wanna fail?
Hit you like a bully bitch, yeah saved by the bell
If you scared, go to church I’ll see you in hell
And your girl, she a flip, give
me boy, who wanna fail?
Hit you like a bully bitch, yeah saved by the bell
If you scared, go to church I’ll see you in hell
And your girl, she a flip,
a hustler all my life gimme six stacks,
Cop my self a quarter kite I can flip that,
Cook it till its solid white tell 'em hit that,
Big fat Os of that
give me a case
Got the forty by my dick I keep on pissin' on the hammer
When they talkin' slick I double back with that banana
High definition I'm
might spot your ride and dump on it

And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back
a black Regal no insurance
We like DEA serving warrants
So tell the freaks you know to stop whorin'
We gon' grab the mics and get 'em off the wall
So
a black Regal no insurance
We like DEA serving warrants
So tell the freaks you know to stop whorin'
We gon' grab the mics and get 'em off the wall
So
You don’t know, if you don’t know by now
You better tell him ’bout it
What you gonna tell him bout it?
Yeah, yeah

Ten toes to the dirt
Pencil
a hammer, provoke me
Put a shooter where Ko - be
Tell ya like somebody done told me
Never trust nobody who owe me
And any wife is a trophy
If Meth
Thoughts against I, blasphemy, it's like a vice crime
I roll 'em thick and I ignite mines
I don't even get high, I just get equally back in my right mind
I'm
you can't even see a set
Never spot me on the bench, but I got a lethal rep
Yo,Deck

Can't see us man
(Tell 'em)

Fucking with the three, you
on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, Luda!
Tell theses other boys double up
Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My
sharp and red as fuck with my hammer
Chisel tippin', chisel chippin', shaping scenery
Hit the prism, catch a vision, whiff of unity
Let 'em dip
didn't marry Amber
This world is greedy and sleazy,
And that's my final answer.

They going ham but I'm a go hammer,
Try to keep a small circle I
I can wreck that hoe
It's Jay'Ton, in this bitch with that boy J-Mo

[T2]
I'm J'd up, you can tell by my clothes
I'm iced up, cause my whole body
This nigga talking crazy like insanity plea
I, swear to god, the next nigga I give it to
Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to
I'm West Philly