Lyrics:
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
Let's take it to Yonkers, Blok Party
Yeah, what? New DMX
Niggaz is scared to fuck with the Dog 'cause I'm shady
You remember that kid from runnin
told ya
I thought I told ya, we gon' keep it strictly soulja
I thought I told ya, we gon' keep it strictly soulja
Take a look at the world, you see
chopper, I'm quick to stop ya
You heard that I'll drop ya
I'm runnin wit some killas, we'll break it on down
Yo click think they an organization, we'll take
six feet, get put as deep as you stand
Get carried by five homies, your brother the sixth man
Think about your life and what you got to live for
You may
pain and own it
Or they pass along the onus
In the firing of buckshot, you always catch a stray
Protect the holy spirit, keep the good followers safe
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
soup
It's getting kinda awkward
You think you got me but I got you
10 Steps ahead of these fools
Inquisitive with my tools
I don't play by the rules
young nigga get murked
And now my brother gone too
I'm glad they found him in the search
But fuck it, love is love
And for you
It's going up
Anybody
a single face
You would know
You never quite sure
How the wind will blow
So you walk around in your winter coat
But it's ninety degrees
And you seein'
keeps turnin' round and round
(Niggaz die for, how many you niggaz try for this?)
It's gon' be goin' round as the world turns
(As the world turns
I've never been a bad brother to you you've been one
Yeah I've been waiting for you to come and be a person who'd keep me afloat
Up in this life that
ON---look day and night, don’t worry what’s right--just keep findin’ somethin’ more
GET GOIN’ ON
Ending rap (alternate version only):
To get what you seek,
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
patron
But little shawty
Keep it real
And imma treat you like you golden
Drive the foreign stolen
Hopping off the jet
And yo bitch on me like I'm
sick of workin' for no ends
You the see the greed made me feel hate
And there's no turnin' back, nah
Keep runnin' from my past
But will the feelin'
really feel it when you chewin' on a bean
I been out my mind, fuckin' bitches by the threes
Speedin' in the Benz and the tank on E
You gotta go and get
Cemetery (ha ha)
Still ain't universally accepted (woo)
Yeah, this lesson sketched up in my theories
It's cool, I keep it smoother than the leathers in
lookin'
Niggas be runnin' they mouth on the media
I run into niggas, yeah, it's lit
Bitches be gettin' ahead of they self
I don't care if you pretty, suck
you sayin' you my dawg, but you switchin' up on me
I had to cut so many people out, these people ain't deserve it
I was runnin' at the check, I was
(nah)
Play with my brother, you know I get slime
I pull up and shoot 'em, I make sure they dyin'
They know that I'm ridin' (yeah)
You know it's 4L,
large offenses they did
But its like oh well the next nigga might do it better than he did
You keep hoping till he leaves, pilling every penny
That he
stop runnin'
Got a lot to do so hum a tune while ya
Work like a whistlin' bird
And don't you ever use the Force
Because it is for nerds
Wait! How did you
brother almost died on me
Aye nigga
Im just tryna shine make you blind homie
Pocket rocket but it got a stock and its 9s only
Baby bad pretty face thats
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