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Crank That (Soulja Boy) (Soulja Boy) · Whoop-Up (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Die, Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Live Forever (Explosions in the Sky) · Clasicos de Puerto Rico, Vol. 9 (El Gran Combo de Puerto Rico) · Live: June 11-1994, Puerto Rico (Fania All-Stars) · Desde Puerto Rico Live (Tito "El Bambino" El Patron ) · Live at El Morro, Puerto Rico (Yanni) · Los Grandes Compositores De Puerto Rico, Vol.4 (Rafael Hernández) · Que Rico Mambo! (Pérez Prado) · Mixtape, Vol. 1: Hosted by DJ Dirty Rico (Rare Essence) – and 90 other albums »


Now break his legs, arms, neck (yea).

[Chorus]

(Soulja boy tell em)
(S.O.D. money gang entertainment)
(I present to you the show stoppas)
(When
Now break his legs, arms, neck (yea).

[Chorus]

(Soulja boy tell em)
(S.O.D. money gang entertainment)
(I present to you the show stoppas)
(When
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo
Bingo

Ah, 
It's Gucci, Soulja, 
It's Gucci, Soulja Boy Tell Em'
It's Gucci
Burr burr

Pass by in my
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
we the best

And I'm down in Miami
Ridin' in the phantom
Somewhere by south beach
Soulja boy tell em
Got a million dollar mouth piece
On my dog
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
[Verse Two]
Coward niggas ride 20 niggas deep
With a piece, underneath the seat, make 'em think they street
I don't need nobody else, whoop you by
why'all cats need to fall back
Holler! at your boy if you want to get rich
I got a town and they want it tonight, you got pounds
Well they one
'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
I'm-I'm-I'm connected everywhere (that's the homie)

Everywhere I go all of the people know my name
It's ya big homie Snoopy, just tell 'em you with me
I
[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
fry some god damn
Chicken (uh-huh) {alright}
And don't forget to get the cards so I can whoop y'all
Ass in some spades
(Tell 'em girl) And if they ain't
Light one for a real nigga
Smoke one for a real nigga
Let's talk about real niggas
Since we always talkin' 'bout hoes

Talk to 'em
Pimp C was a real
to fall back
Holler, at your boy if you wanna get rich
I got a town and they want it tonight, you got pounds
Well they one of the Knicks, cross Free better
anyone can get it at anytime

Lames'll swear by ya name, when they lie
Get hit wit' the lone star, ripped where ya bones are
So tell me how yo' ass
ego
I'm sorry like Atari whose the cousin to Coleco.. Vision
caught a Rico, back on the street like Chico.. DeBarge
he large and got a 'Llac in
Let me tell you what I like
You goin' on an breakin' me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya simmon's jeans
Ain't tryin'
that s***
Project hoes like that dick, Don't bite that dick
Give me a Spanish sweet hoe
Black from Puerto Rico

Freak ho, Specialize in givin' me
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
him, ask ya mom
(That's right)

She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time
(She will)
So kids say no to drugs
(That's right)

So you don't act
whose the cousin to Coleco, Vision
Caught a Rico, back on the street like Chico, DeBarge
He large and got a 'Llac in the garage
Few parts here
ask ya dad (ask him man) 
And if you don't believe him, ask ya mom (that's right) 
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will) 
So kids
The professor of rhymes,
Mr Dexter met Lecter and had one hell of a time
A devil disguised, lies!
You can tell that I'm high by my festival eyes.
Festival
that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with this rap unemployed
like atomic and anybody in my way imma fold em'
Wit me n my gilla guerillas wantin ta win it
Boys be tryin ta battle 'cause they want our position but