Lyrics:
Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah!
(Sinatra)
Tell me what you know about real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights
how the boy been making beats inside the dorm
Go and tell em how the boy been going stupid on the norm
I should tell em how I used to go and dj in
Silkk, Slim, P
It's like, we out the game
(What's up Soulja Slim?)
Keep from callin' us
It's like we're never gonna be
(Master P in there, boy
tell that thot her number blocked
Yeah, Stunna number block
This New Orleans milly rock
Let 'em milly rock
Me and woe don't really rock
Evidently
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Soulja boy: What are we goin' to do toady Mr. Cali Park
Colli Park: They same thing we do everyday, try to crunk the world
ahh...you [Repeated
, tell em, tell em, what
Tell em, tell em, tell em, yeah
Tell em, tell em, tell em
By my side I always knew, there'd be someone like you
Who would see me
the greatest
Call up Soulja Boy tell 'em that we made it
handle my business
Any city, any town, touch down, I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversation, you should know
handle my business
Any city, any town, touch down, I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversation, you should know
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now we've been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
gun, what you gon' do boy?
You betta sit down nigga don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya
askin' me
Why I don't be hangin' out where they be hangin' out
I tell 'em, I say, "Lil nigga, listen here
If I don't got no business there, I don't got
em
My eyes red in the studio this XO got me rockin'
In paradise like Coolio man gangsta shit been poppin'
But ya'll Soulja Boy frauds that bitches out
Soulja Boy
Pulling up in my new toy
Shoot my shot, Brandon Roy
AND I
Cannot slow down my grind
I'm one of a kind
Tell me what's on your mind
This, is,
nigga fuck the fame
Don't remember "Hit 'Em Up," don't make us do it once.. more
Yo' niggas know, you ain't fucking with them Out..lawz
We keep
business
Any city any town - touch down I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversationist
You should know what I'm about
Don't be trippin bout the little things
Let me call me dawg and tell em how much that he mean to me
Just so he could chill today
You know that he in these
talking cats tryin' to do a nigga foul
It's goin' down nigga round up the team
I'm'll head over here just to map out the scene
Ship them things in route
Schaffer: Yo, Kristybee! What up, son?
Kristybee!: Yo, STD! What up, girl?
STD: Let's do this!
STD: B-B-B-B-B-Boys will be boys
KB: Will be boys
lucky)
Funny watchin' two niggas beef that could hardly fight
Like Soulja Boy gettin' pepper sprayed by Charleston White
Can't forget about the Super
When you face the D-line your bottom lip will quiver
I trust the boys on this team, yeah I'd give 'em my life
Even though half of them are duller than
I fucked her for free
And now you walk around like somehow you got one up on me
Nigga please, this your brother part
This nigga found Soulja Boy's
really the strongest human beings
But why do you make 'em so emotional, and other minor things
I guess it's your way of sayin we gotta love 'em and gotta
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