Lyrics:
replace soldiers
Don’t chase soldiers like fuck that bitch
Wear 2 chains but know Ludacris and I’ve
Been preppin like know the deal
Cash holdin my weed, my
man, I'm cakin', you know I don't give a fuck
I spend it like it don't mean nothin'
Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, motherfucker I'm grown
I
fly me, don’t no crib
Count cab fair to get slow with
Kick this shit with even broke lips
Like hold up, hold up, hold up
I mean brother smoking my
razzmatazz, I'm just an eastside nigga
With my gangster ass, twenties
I used to pinch pennies
Only Gs, I don't fuck with no weenies
My clique is sick, it
(Who) the one who can leave with your main chick
(Who) can fuck four girls from the same clique
(Who) Mr. Right (Who) Make sisters fight
(Who) ain't
If Young Metro don't trust you I'mma shoot you
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count
so fuck y'all
We slap rappers in the head with the mic during freestlye wars
And get thrown out the doors
We rock our own wear, and if we don't
and crippet like them ruins in Rome
Watch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke
Fuck your flesh don't get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes
I
givin' flowers to niggas I'm better than
Me versus everybody, nigga, it is what I said it is
And you know I'm gang related, let us in
I came with my
a customer's soul
Or throw these shells up in his coat
Spend my budget up, like, "Fuck it, I'm broke"
You like them dudes on VH1, you lose tryna fuck with New
the wreckage?
Fuck with my head like it's some kind of fetish
Don't think you understand
Just 'cause you act like one doesn't make you a man
Don't think you
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
They can't fuck with me now
Huh? Fuck with me now
No, they can't fuck with me now
Can't fuck with me now
on the TV screen, chase the greed
Now that you've embraced the green
Don't fuck with the triple beams
You's a motherfuckin' actor, slash Pac impersonating
the truth, got a bad clique
Came from the hungry ham, fuck them pigs, got us jammed
Our dirty bastard leave 'em ghost like the clan (yeah)
'Bout thirty
you couldn't fuck around with us
(Outlaw Immortalz)
What would the hell possessed you
To get on record (Thug Life)
And just play yourself like that?
to fail? Fuck nah
Where all my niggas with the rubber grips? Bust shots
And if you with me, ma I'll rub on your tits, and what-not
I'm from the school
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like (bang bang)
A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like (bang bang)
A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't
creating the butter
Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm dropping
I'm wrecking nigga whole shit plus I make a profit
Wicked with this shout,
a tricycle and his pants too little
And his shoes too little
Won't you get with the clique with the big ass dicks
That make sure your kicks fit
The real
with this thorough Atlanta clique
This here is Slum Lordz, makin' terrific shit tragic
My pen and pixel make violence more graphic
Take raw coke, cook
the niggas with a problem-made nigga
We done solve 'em 'cause, bitch we'll squash 'em
Don't know me, fuck you when you got beef
But you also got to clone
these streets
Through worse or through better health, survivin' by any means
We as Americans, us as a citizen
We as Samaritans, what do we get us in?
never changed, still the same
We fuck bitches, get paper, you fuck niggas on papers
We walk around with lasers, you probably own some tasers
Lame
clique
Fuck your conference call, pull up with a cheque and get my sig
Double D, you dig? No firework, it was lit
If there's a fuck nigga was hatin'
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