Lyrics:
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[Souljah Boy:]
It be the Mo Thug, it's buck, quick bandages
One of these soldiers just can't stand 'em
Make me had to do
You don’t know a thing boy
You shouldn’t speak boy
Me tribe nah to Limba
Madinka Nikka the tribe runs deep in the motherland
The Otherland the land
doing
And tell em that it's not your fault that you love your dream
I decide for my life no one is owning me
Yeah I wrote this song just to conscience you
I'm only human, of flesh and blood I'm made
Ooh human, born to make mistakes
If five boys in the house say it loud
If five in the house check it
We gon' call it take one, nigga
We gon' call it take one
Alright my boy, yessir
Aye
I couldn't tell you what day it is
It kill me I don't even be in
the soap
Goldie Loc, Tray Deee, Too Short, no doubt
Tell 'em how we eat and what we all about, nigga
These hoes know, what's up, niggaz been havin' game
Go on, tell 'em how ya loved it when I touched ya
Heard her name was Jess (Ica)
But now she's your ex (And I'm)
Touchin' on your chest
fuck around with
These boys man
Pussy bitch
Yeah I do these drill for real tell em pull up on me I'ma show em who he is for real
Niggas straight pussy
sick I don't spit I vomit,
Got it?
One egg short of the omelet.
Simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg,
And tell him catch up like
liquor, buncha weed, even the reverend gettin' high, yeah
Yeah, yes
And tell my babies not to cry (Boy)
Just give 'em each a hundred racks, then look 'em
you feel me?
Got my mind made up, not giving a fuck
Pass me that drank, turn this shit up
Yeah boy, you know I'm arrogant
Tell that boy that he
their face
I can tell by their handshake
But yo that white boy bout to make more noise than a heavy metal Band make
Talk shit get picked up quick get
understand the vision
My other niggas still banging tryna save em fore they meet the reaper
You find a good one, boy you better keep her
These hoes uh dry yo
My wife looking good, so I tell her she slayed
They ask how I did it, I tell 'em
I prayed, yeah
I prayed for a blessing, it hit, got a double
Ain't
I could tell, she bad as hell, and she all by herself
I could tell, I need your help
I could tell that you good for my health, yeah
Damn, you fine
don’t know the deal
Stop talking like you bout it boy you don’t wanna kill
Family on my back and I be holding em still
Holding em still, I be holding em
the Alpha/ scary movies ain't shit to a monsta/ I can tell u a bitch by ya posture/ Captain of my team n ya bitch made the roster/ she like chips, so the bitch
just brain smarts ya misfits
Since young as hell
Had a story to tell
Twelve in a cell all self
With em soaking in hell
Aint live no crime life
Boy you
Sold out for the king know the drill boy
Pusha His agenda with our skill boy
Abanye ba qabanga it's a kill joy
This is real joy botsa Leroy
Sold out
bring it back then
I'll break your neck like you're Busta Bust
I'm on the floor with a chick that's voluptuous
Tell yo', keep the music pumpin'
We got
records and gettin' bigger
Just hits, 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
In the fire, the smoke is getting higher
The devil is a liar, he a coward if he try me he get cut
We up and we stuck
And we don't give em nothing boy
can tell a nigga straight from Cali Ima pretty boy
Yeah Ima city boy
Bitch why you flaunted off them titties ain't no titty boy
Yes I'm a ass man
You
been a fucking rat
Word play so deadly, ion even gotta throw shots
If my next nigga too friendly, ima pull em down by his locs
Ion brag a lot but this
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