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Gold grills,
Grandma house eating whole meals
Candy lady, ice cups but we call em thrills
Cockroaches, hard to kill.
Fly by ya shit get real
Mom work,

Rollin

S.P.M.

SPM: The Purity Album

2000

I done wrecked the block
Chop chop
Bunny hop
Trunks pop
Tops drop
Got buys by the fly
Got rocks in my watch
I'm sideways on mine
Finna hit

llama’s pop off see my connect in the
Bahamas steady tryna hate
Before I hit ‘em with the 8
I’ma tell him to his face:
"Nigga, you a chump i ain’t need you

you gon' do? What you gon' do
What you gon' do? What you gon' do
Wit em
What you gon' do? What you gon' do
What ya gone do boy get em
Imma pop my shit

Unlock with a key lava Tennessee call that vol-cano
Are you OK? No Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
It's my guy Kano uh yeah
Let's kick it on easy play the game
Round

stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches
I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em
Let's speak

better you really Shouldn't 
Said I'm ruthless I go get em n then I Boot it
I'm the type to tell a girl I love her for The jewlz 
Same night have you tying

Midwest Choppers

Tech N9ne

Sickology 101

2009

the energy is the bomb
I can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme
And we flow like with the mo like
Mo strike wit the fire
Baby I know you say it

Soulja boys pullup they each got a Draco ironic she ate now her face look like MAYO
I put a bag on your head, let em spin like tornadoes
Cook him up, then

fight, do it with the pen
Tell em that you can go Texas Chainsaw Massacre
I'ma go WickedSkengMan part 10
And he'll go and do a fire in the park part 2

was born a broke nigga I'm a die as a king
Bad boy

Okay
Urgh I pop shit believe that believe that
Everywhere I be at
You can see that, drinks by

out at his show 6 niggas deep in a white truck
We gon walk right thru the door stand by the stage them cannons tucked
If a nigga try to play I tell my

writing songs with no hooks
And I’m still crossing instrumentals off of my books
Im pretty high most the time you cant tell by my looks
It’s visine, cause I

New Testament Outro

Yukmouth

Thug Lord: The New Testament

2001

geurrilla family soulja
taught me how to slang blast it right
Considered me a bastard right
Family be the back stabbin' type
My cousin's tried to have me

flat, boy, it ain't no fixin
Pour a six it got my pop flat, this shit look like lipin
Sellin' double with a contract, I get them bricks lifted
I had FN

dome
That made me wanna pop that chrome
That bitch can eat
She just be sucking dick into the bone
And the Po Po was comin' tell 'em wasn't home
Couldn't

Know I got her
Like Gucci and Prada
Put that on my tab
First I gotta make a milli
Like Soulja boy
Get silly
I'm bringing it back
All these motherfuckas

Soulja? oh yeah play boy naw, baby
Put that jacket on
Leave them heels on now take
It off quick, Swavey, baby

looking up to the man I feel like always on go
Too hard I be ridiculous
Feel I'm one of the sickest
Tell them boys they can get it
Ain't tripping bout no

I'm a demon I stay on attack
I feel like I'm Soulja cause she make it clap
Cross that boy up someone get him a map
Yeah Ty the Vision but Meezy he

goin fly bout it
Send em to the sky bout it
Tell the truth why you lie bout it
Murder on my mind death around the corner I ain't hiding from it
I love

bullets flushed em
That nigga died? His mama cried? Well tell that bitch that I said fuck her,
(You stupid mother fucker)
Knew that you ain't love em
Let em

I can always picture this 
An I can tell 
By how they watchin 
That they 
Envy me 
Before I go 
I snatch a soul 
An really 
Into beef 
You say you

a damn bout who come wit her
Oooooou so I can show em how Im living
Tell that boy come welcome to da trenches
Come here baby girl welcome to da trenches