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What up out kenfo
This be coming at like this here here
I brought a of my people with me
Fiend, mac, soulja slim, and abel
A couple of no limit to help me out with this here

What cha mean, mean, about
got some daily clout
Slangin in the south
What we really worried x2

slim]
(peep this shit) I know you heard about this from the 3rd
Raw, then a bird with bad tempers and bad nerves
Serve, dope to a dope fiend get more cream
Than the of the dealers
Every nigga that I fuck with be from killas
Fill up in this shit, that was ever smokin, you can me smokin
On some shit that have me broken, (cough cough),
I'm so high, I can ride, need to slug some dealing
No optimos, no keep moving, fuck it, pass the
Real niggas feel me, I'm bout as real as it get
Son or stranger, no love for studio shit
All my partners gone, I'll be damned if I g-o
But if I do I'll my gun shoot like and pull let em know

x2

[kane &
You know I'm from the ghetto, hit the
And pop my shots clean up block
Red beam, maintain my aim, bullet in your brain
I stop that motherfucking clock, kane
Usual suspect, down south niggas bout
Choppin off like a mailman in a corvette
the weed when I lower my tek
Niggas is seeking, pump down bricks, in the trunk of the 626
Is something you cause your boy
Just got flipped, ak a strong clip
In the I bust you with the tank,
In the pen I trust you with the
My mind go blank, I'm a soldier smokin
All the way to the motherfucking

x2

Now y'all mean, niggas on my team
all about the cream
And my enemies, we take it to the
To get the green, knowa
Came here slim, mac and fiend
I scream woah!
In the where my nigga walk
Runnin from the cop who was trying to meet his
I'm and I'm black, I'm a soldier
So he thinking I'm that baking soda
You ain't heard about, nigga from dirty south
the po-po's scout
Everybody, everybody that what your bout
leave your house
Cause at night, freaks come out
Grab gat with that extra clip cause if you catch us slippin
You connect the grip
Shots there cut up strip bout a couple of
Like the in summertime agent trip
take a trip to the land where the niggas
Do the murderman dance on their
And fake pretend to be a, they be them friends of me
Woah, slow your roll and I'm camoflauged
I'm warden I stay on my guard and bitch I never die

x2

What the don't know is I'm a hurt
A soldier a pause
I'm about cause, break jaws and all laws
My bullet didn't heal, my tatoos reveal
Bout to ride a million of hostile
The burn feels like a step from death
Fuck lives, I barely leave a minute of breath
I'm set, families with teks, release my stress in chest
Wouldn't know I'd be without my God and my vest
Killers, we the fuck all the rest, here hit the cess
Snort, c'mon the
With the charge the best, cause I open chest
God bless, I made my way back so I can say
Me too whatever, should have that fiend believe in payback
Do it for haystacks, me, slim, twins, and mac
attack, with the jest to ask, deftly in the act
I doubt that, I'm strange cause I'm the right change
After soldier consediration, I'm the live

x4