Whats that big baby?
 You know whats sound dog
 They gon' like this here  ya heard me?
 They go like  you know what I'm sayin'?
 Fuck 'em

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 From what I was told niggaz say I'm a hit No Limit like Pac
 Hit Death Row and make some mon'  now dance hoe
 And blow  up like the world trade
 And be protected by No Limit tanks  soldiers with K's and hand grenades

 Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
 Now I'm ballin', don't plan on fallin'
 For the world
 Left the furl in the dope man, on the set
 Cause I got plans bigger then the desire projects
 I run with steel object toes, niggaz that smoke coke
 And watch 'em in they back scopin'
 Outta all soldier haters
 Quick Draw McGraw niggaz see ya later
 Cradle to the grave ya
 Ya daddy made ya?
 Let's see if he can be ya savior
 When I cave ya chest in with me murder weapon
 They can't find out Smith and Wesson
 Only glocks and street machines with infer beams
 You know what I mean
 Fully automatic things light up the scene
 And break ham like Carl Lewis
 Nothin but gun smoke is all ya smell
 Niggaz lying dead on bullets and shells
 My people dwells to Uptown
 Where the shit goes down
 Shot callers and big ballers, mothers know
 And do-do brown, Beats By The Pound, somethin' you could smoke too
 Flavors like ? red, beans, rice, gumbo the stew
 My little one said its all on you, and Choppers City
 My ? clique clanin' posse
 Ain't no stoppin', my committe
 Shits bigger then me, Nino Black
 And a can of Trinity, ya feelin' me?

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 Incarceration had me real impatient
 I was local until ya heard me on Down South Hustlers, it was nation
 That told this shit is my creation
 Is it real, yeah, cause niggaz wearin' soldier rags and shit
 Keepin' it twreal
 My reservation is to make some mills
 And stay independent
 Stay wearin' girbauds and polos, and soldier Reebok tennis
 Crushed out tank on my neck
 Protect my chest like a vest
 No more coke, no more dope, just alcohol and sess
 Respect my rhyme because my mind is filled up with anger
 Sound like I got a glock for it
 With black ? bullets in the chamber
 Wait to be released and decease fake ass MC's
 Niggaz best freeze cause I squeeze gats and burn to the third degree
 Make you wonder will you ever breathe again like Toni Braxton
 Leave ya skull fraction, about more action than Jackson
 So you better ask somebody that know me
 If they real they gon' tell ya whats real
 If they fake they gon' soldier hate
 I can freestyle about it without makin' no mistake, ask Trey
 That's my compadre, a nigga that I ride with, all day
 Got it cocked
 And in the trunk bumpin' nothin' but the Beats By The Pound funk
 Pull that skunk out, the windows fogged up
 And the system all the way pumped
 Everything we drop be fire, don't nothin' be bunk

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 I was a weed fiend, dope fiend and coke fiend with low key
 And I was on the cumma move,
 When you and LV used to rock the club 49
 Back in 93
 Hoe was givin' me love
 Niggaz givin' me daps and hugs
 Soldiers respect soldiers, and soldiers respect thugs
 Thugs gotta respect soldiers, if they don't want they life to be over
 Brought to a closin'
 Ain't nothin' changed but the name
 When ya say soldier
 Mean magnolia
 Ya got that?
 And me keep me glock, for they cocked back
 Hoes jock that, when a nigga be all the way real
 Only thing they want is the dough, dick appeal
 But I don't fuck around no more
 And only saw me like that you little clown ass hoe
 If my flow was a gun, bitch you would run
 When you hear my come, from the head
 Every lyric is a bullet
 Fuckin' ya up with some of this shit I say
 In 95 nigga left for me dead but I didn't die
 And some of the soldiers die
 They only multiply
 God left me alive, so I can blow up in the world
 I thank the man every night for takin' me off that furly girl
 It gave me the opportunity to raise my son and my community
 Cause now a days niggaz got guns and shit
 Screamin' out unity
 Motherfuckin' nigga bruisin' me
 That something I can't go for
 I done signed the contract
 Shut the studio door