Lyrics:
tha court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now
'Bout to explode rounds
Look, you
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah
Its them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-mo
(D-mo)
Here I go, here I go
Gettin crunk on tha reala, I'm a nigga be
fuck Gotti
Tha N-O been way bout it 'fore P told ya
I'm a real soulja lets go to war & I'mma show ya
I don't have a damn conscience about nathan
How ya
Its them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-mo
(D-mo)
Here I go, here I go
Gettin crunk on tha reala, Im a nigga be smokin that killa
Because we know
he aint buyin nun..
kno im talkin bout'
haa
fuuuuuuuuuuuck youuuuuu!
Fuck that nigga soulja boy
sweeter than some almond joy
you shoulda put me
I tried to tell 'em I'm the shit, but they told us, "no way"
With no cuts, they're like a barber, they're about to catch fades
My number one rule is
it and glock and um cocking it gettin hot by da minute.
Soulja boy tell em I?m all about cheddar folk icey
new chevy same color as antelope.
I?m sick
to fold
Tell tha world bout these murdas, and hope they go gold
I'm gettin' known, so wha happens needs to happen here qwick
6 tryin' and 6 dyin', I'm
[Intro:]
real nigga shit right now man
let me tell yall a story man, Soulja Boy Tellem in here
learn from this shit right here, open ya ears nigga
had a rebirth, my death date inked on my chest
This just tha intro, imma have to tell tha resttt
I put my heart & all my soul into this shittt
Tha old
yoo..
I’m bout ta nutt yoooo...
Told her don’t rush
When you fuckin with a foreigner
It’s just me and you in tha room
Give me honor...
Body is a temple.
[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, This the remix
V.I.C. You already know what it is man
It's ya folk Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Checkin' in everything
we always talkin' 'bout hoes
Slim Thugga that's a real nigga
Skrilla that's a real nigga
My mother that's a real nigga
I'm tha face card for
head again
I'm better than ever
Never let em featherin that I be feticine
Sever a head tha mic n then we peddlin' medicine
Imma
CHOPPA CHOPPA
like soulja boy tell em and they parents they can't see it they blind they wonder why they kids talking bout soulja boy all the time(all the time) they
[Intro:]
Mayne, what da fuck these niggaz talkin bout mayne?
These weak ass niggaz.
I just got this muthafuckin MP-37 shipped from Japan on yo ass,
keep a "blucka-blucka"
Hit 'em all week
Give me the keys to the bubble
I'm on y'all street
And watch it go up in flames boy
Blow up tha game boy throw up
think that hard
I’m so real keep a 5th it’s all camo no flauge
Now lemme tell you bout this straight dawg
Keep that boy there on a leash
All I know
[Intro: Talking - Trey Songz]
Yuupp!
I'm a tell you right now, nothing is safe!
Let's go, Songz (Songz), That right! (That right)
They gon' have
hoes)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
Juicy J-
To you haters I'm the predator
Set em up, wet em up
When I'm in the hood, I'm like a drug-dealer
instead, they put'em on a self-destruct,
But I don't want to go to hell.
Vix'n tha body does it tell'n explicit,
For more'n I seen ya vision,
And let
(yeah)
What up, Left Eye? (what up?), what up, Aaliyah? (what up?)
Yeah, TEC-9 close by, touch 'em up (yeah)
I shoot niggas in the mouth, boy, pucker up
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