Only for the real  niggaz who I fuck with
 Know what I'm sayin'?
 REal niggaz gon' feel this shit
 Cause its only who I fuck with
 Know what I'm sayin'?

 Show by hands
 Put 'em up in the air if you bout makin' dollars
 And you be bout this real shit
 That be to hard to swallow
 Come  follow?
 Me to the land
 The home of the soldiers
 If not committed they will cut throat ya
 Play brawl then go to
 Soldier streets but don't sleeps
 And shots to knock ya off ya feet
 Specialise in assassinatin', all bustas who be soldier hatin'
 My bodygaurd is the Lord
 Mines in the back of my head
 My dogg, a born killa
 Treal nigga
 Been runnin' with me since I was small
 Alot of y'all probably know him, then again ya probably don't
 Cause its sung to strugglin' that be ridin'
 With head biters in the trunk
 Elliotts name was double crosser
 He'll double cross ya, when he woulda taught ya
 Told me not to get my hand dirty
 He'll be my nigga tosser
 Tellin' me to do my rap thing
 No Limit bring me out there
 Just chill, and make my mills
 With my skills and keep it real

 Chorus-1:
 That's a, born killa
 1- A treal nigga
 2 3- Big time, dope dealer
 A real nigga, that get it how I live on it
 Fuck with born killas, dope dealers and real niggaz
 Ill niggaz, and treal niggaz
 That get it how the live nigga
 Born killaz
 Dope dealers
 And treal niggaz
 That get it how they live

 The real niggaz, stay real
 And the fakes stay fake
 And you's a busta type nigga
 Then stay the fuck outta my face
 Because I'm tryin' to stay busta free
 But y'all not hearin' me
 Its nuts or cuffs
 Get it how you live, on these city streets
 And every nigga roam,
 Gotta be Bout It Bout It
 Niggaz pourin' syrup in the game
 They not bein' solid
 And thats the busta type
 Niggaz I can't fuck with so I stay my distance
 And run with real soldiers that love me
 Only a handfull, duck and holler back
 Real niggaz for sure got my back
 All about the combat
 All of the rest of 'em dead
 Bread, ridin' red
 A big dope dealer I used to fuck with doin' time in the vet
 No need to say his name, my nigga used to slang them thangs
 O-Z's and kilos
 Heard the smack mayne
 He used to give me grams
 Never wanted to give me weight
 He knew my habit, had me out there, he was goin' to get blazed
 I respect that by me bein' an addict
 I was, here I had to snort about half a gram to get me a buzz

 Chorus-2

 I got sent to the old jail, where alot of niggaz don't survive
 I rolled on the till bout a quarter of five
 Got up early in the mornin'
 Four feet up old mill
 Guess who till rep
 My dogg Cheer Will
 He gave me five scoops, cause I just rolled in
 But I gave that shit away
 Cause my head bone bent
 A murder charge in three attempts
 What the fuck you expectin'?
 I'm facin' life in prison, with a leathal injection
 But these dick suckin' DA's
 They refuse the charge
 I rolled off B1, makin' boo-koo noise
 Screamin' those bitches can't hold a Soulja like me down
 Then my pajamas, socks and T-shirts, with a tank from ? town
 I ain't stay out, cause thirty days
 I come right back in this bitch
 Probation violation, gotta do a year in six
 I bet you dick suckers won't see me
 No mothafuckin' more
 I got big plans, ya understand?
 By slangin' lyrics like dope
 To all my people locked down, y'all be home in a second
 Just keep it real, and stay treal and make them bitches respect ya

 Chorus-3 till end