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get em Shoot! Let me get em Nah shootout ayye, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee, nah shootout ayyee (soulja boy tell em) [verse 1:] Its
(I leann) Soulja boy tell em Mindless behavior (i leannn) Watch me watch me Aye aye (I leann) watch me do it (I leannn) soulja boy tell em
this thang, Check my chain, Club got crunk when they heard That your boy came I crank that Robocop And make my shoulders drop This snap(?) go by
runs it Nigga my heart beat slow & pump blood Souljas been around wit before they had thugs I'm gonna give it 2 ya raw I'm gon' tell it like it is I'm
let me work it/ I put by thing down flip it and reverse it/It???s your fremme neppa venette/It???s your fremme neppa venette??? Soulja Boy ???
only time will tell, but until then I'll be stackin' my mail by album album sells, Magnolia wear dwells I love them bricks, I love the ghetto hoes 'cause
or get up n' take em' out n spit cane wit it Well the answer is right before your eyes Who do you despise? Killers who chop you we got to stop you pop
Artist: Hot Boys Album: Let 'Em Burn Song: Down Here Typed by: CaTasHtRoPhE21@aol.com [B.G.] (y'kno about the Hot Boys nigga, why'kno about the Hot
[Soulja Boy] Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, This the remix V.I.C. You already know what it is man It's ya folk Soulja Boy Tell 'Em Checkin' in everything
stop for group hoes Oh no, I don't scoop those, fly bitches salute those Fatties with benefits, you know I recruit those This a Soulja Slim T-shirt,
going down boy too bad fuck ya, sorry for ya Listen let's not to get shook, but I ain't the one to come lookin' Cause all I can tell the police is, I am
hit her with the young dick and make that bitch suicidal... [Lil Wayne:] Nigga please, would you tell yo sister, babymama, wife, stop callin me I'm
Readin' Pimp Playa-istic shit By dino boys Tryin' to get these hoes for every nook & cranny And make 'em join The winning team Ain't nothin'
to sell em instantly (instantly) One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me) In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E) A bunch
nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes When I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly) One look, you could tell it
then the rhythm'll makin the clock spin blackwards The funk of the rhythm'll snap, crackle and pop, then flow, oh I'm makin em follow the path of a God
no misses, that's for the married folk Tell 'em fix my suite up cause I'm comin' home I heard they talkin' crazy, I was out of town You know they love
Daddy daddy tell me a story of how you took out that wack mc No daddy, tell them how you beat down that bootlegger Daddy daddy tell us a story! [big
the great mc Then I throw em I lean and mean record to spark So I can school that ass just like Joe Clark Next I translated, my rap is more educated
, you can't stop 'em, I go by them goon rules If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em, You can't man em then you mop 'em, You can't stand em then you drop
You know how I'm coming (uh huh) You know exactly how I'm coming (I'm telling you) It don't stop Shit don't stop [Chorus: repeat 2X] My jacket
'em. I'm so reckless with my message I don't care tho, call me a weirdo, but I'm an heirloom And if I say it, then I mean what I say, boy I live for
hurt murked put 'em in the dirt Boy you better catch me first So you finally get hurt murked put 'em in the dirt Boy you better catch me first So you
steps dog Trying to motivate All of my strong single moms Baby daddies in prison The kids tell you they miss 'em They keep sending you pictures
Drive-by ting Aim for your head and convert 'em with your hard-top Your leg's sick, your heart stops That's the end case, nah dawg Not me, not there, not