Lyrics:
all my homies from the back streets
Catch em boy they running
Run the game in the G town
Lackings never present
Bring da pain now
Bring da pain now
and this my year
Na this my mellineum i got em
Soulja Boy Tell Em' That the name on my colladids
i sit back if a nigga disrespect
then he diseased RIP
rest
Yeah yeah man
It's the year 2007
Aka the year 2000 n soulja boy tell em
And im back on the track
Stacks on deck entertainment pawn tree management
at a holla at a playa
Remix Baby
Jae Millz
You can go and tell them other boys not to bother
Its the remix and I'm back with Dr. Carter (what it is)
We
Better pay up nigga if you owe me catch em talkin' bread then tell em run it
Run it
Run it
Pull up back to the plug tell em run it
Aye
Run it
Run it
Need
real
But when you need em yo
Ain't nowhere around
Sonny boy you know da deal
In L.A.--dat's why we die
In NY--dat's whey we die
East and west coast
on 'em
I'm rockin' the Rocafella chain with
No conflicts on 'em oh, oh
Now let me bring it back to the flow, flow
And how you make the album
And you make
The police get behind me I tell em to fall back
If I aint a blk boy then what do you call dat
My ex bitch callin I tell her to call back
She a ex bitch tell
I tell 'em move over
Big shit over here, boy
100 acres on my property, man I might hit a deer, boy
I got felonies that's older than y'all niggas
be living my lyrics
So tell me, who did it this big and who ain't 'bout to slow up?
My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy
My boy
My boy
love em I don't trust em
I could've fucked yo bestie bitch I could've fucked yo cousin
These hoes I jus cut em shit they coming by the dozen (No cuffin)
money world
And I'm gonna bring 'em in my world
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
I want it, you got it, don't make me have
Diddy]
Well it seems like our bad boys have theirselves in a bit of a jam
Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall
Well let's see how Rob be
Nd you can tell by duh swag greez bout money,
Nd I dnt play no games wen its bout money,
I do it for dem young niggas dat pop beans,the hot boys wit
to wake em up
I got myself up out the gutta and I made a promise I ain't never going back
Surrounded by a couple real niggas who was down to ride so we
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
jus don't slip
Just got me a rental I'm bouta go smack tints
He ain't check my jacket he ain't see I was with it
My soulja told me hit 'em back in
I cud recycle throwaway flows and make em sound new
Ya slept on one I bet cha wake up military minded 2
Got em bumpin dat Gotti up n down Claiborne
Yo sex boi drop your fucking beat box oh
Bring that next level shit
Feel the beat
Feel the beat
Wad E in the muddy fucking house check it out
that ain’t paid yet
Tell em’ what I heard bet they say they ain’t say dat
C’mon bro you know me it’s D from way back
High school 10th grade swangs
and friends we run from da law kmon ma let me in
We slidin wit sticks and pressure we Kant
Let em katch is dey katch us we sittin in dat pin
Don't kome round
to my scale and she say I’m doing the most
Beat up the pot wit the folk
You can tell by my posture I’m having them loafs
Motorola flip it closes dats
commotion
Steady talking bout hoes parties an mo shit
I always tell my brothers gotta keep ya eyes open
If I say I'm on my way then that mean dat I'm in
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
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