Go head big baby
 Soulja Slim's in this mothafucker with Da Hound from girttown
 and C mothafuckin' Murder
 Know what
 I'm saying for the 19 9nickel and three mothafucking pennies
 Shit's getting real
 [Soulja Slim]
 Its the glock born shooter so respect him don't neglect him
 But check him  quick to blast bullets off in your intersection
 You better ask some fucking body bout Soulja Slim I murdered them
 and I keep it cocked at all times come look at him
 I'm inviting you to danger
 You best to be a banger
 One that don't miss I'm TRU to this I' ve been raised
 blues an shit I trained myself for combatbust back as I react
 On every attack so niggaz keep your mouths closed
 And eyes open
 My trigger finger itching to be stroking
 Praying and hoping
 One of you niggaz build ya'll nuts up to come try me
 Last nigga done it bloody body
 Him couldn't get by me, why me
 A soldier that has a backround of murders and robbery
 That shit that used to be my hobby
 Never do it sloppy, make the job well done
 Get rid of the murder weapon get a new gun
 I'm on the run
 [Chorus x2]
 I'm on the run, so all you bitch niggaz leave me alone
 I'm on the run, ducking 2 shots to the dome
 [C-Murder]
 It ain't no limit to the mothafucking bitches we fuck
 My tank niggaz bout to make the world blow up
 We get rowdy in the club, so show me some love
 Its been 2 years since I possessed some drugs
 Nigga hard times is a thing of the past
 Give me 2 keys and I'm gone give you back cash
 I'm a hustle til I'm dead, ball til I fall
 I won't rest til they put my name on the wall
 TRU niggaz gone ride, playa haters gone die
 Cause after dollars and cents only the strong survive
 With bulletproof Hummers and multiple pistols
 With solid gold tanks and multiple missles
 I'ma bust until I can't bust no more
 The Magnolia, Girttown with the Calliope
 I'ma No Limit Soldier they be some soidier too
 I represent them killers cause they in my crew
 [Chorus x2]
 [Da Hound]
 I just hit the streets with my beer
 Them niggaz know what time it is
 Clear up the streets bitches put away your kids
 Shit I'm going out like a gangsta did
 Mothafuckers gotta get it how ya live
 Shit were you niggas was were you niggaz here
 Take a short vacation and niggaz struck fear
 Fuck I'm bout to break it down to the nitty gritty
 Nigga act shitty I'ma bring 'em back to the days of nitty
 Give me a Bud, pop the lid take a swig
 Give me the other bud, roll a spliff take a hit
 I gotta leave 'em how I left 'em down and out
 Running about, happy more than a smith n wesson
 I took my pistol I struck it to the ground
 I want something go buck about a 100 fucking rounds
 Plus I want the poi and fucking furl
 I'm a broke off that 11500 fuck that girl
 Shit give me the wig watch me spilt it dig
 Too many niggaz ain't pretty but this nigga is
 I got to do 'em like my cousin Dave do
 Den we tap dem lights mothafucka hey you
 Catch the ground up the shit I'ma pistol whip
 I be around fuck don't let me catch a nigga slip
 [Chorus x2