(feat. 12 O'Klock, Trenity)



[chorus x2]

You gone get what the fuck you came fo

I got that shit you wanna bust my brains fo

It could be this nigga, that, niggat this, nigga that

But you gone get what the fuck you came fo



[Soulja Slim]

Yeah I'm comin 'round ya'll muthafuckin set, wit my gun in my hand

Not to kill ya, just to get it off my chest like a man

I use ta, fuck wit cha, now I gives a fuck about ya

Tryna jack a jacker?, bitch I'll blow ya mama house up

You know how we do, them 3rd ward nigga

Don't fuck wit Soulja Slim, I gotta grave yard nigga

They say ya'll niggas gettin beside yourself

Ya playin wit cha life gone jeprodize ya'self

I'ma natural born, hustla hitta, go getta, 6 Co' fa

sho nigga, whoa nigga, you aint sayin nothin

I'm sprayin somethin, I'm willin to die behind mine

My AK pump the party, that's my Partners n Crime

If you only knew, what goes on in my mind

I see murder, and do murder, fuck it, I'm "Trapped in Crime"

It's kinda hard for me, to walk a straight line

I'd rather give a nigga somethin 'fore I let em take mine



[chorus]



[Trenity]

I heard these niggas wanna murder me, bury me, carry me, back to the grave

Was first, bein in a hearse, or bein in a cell block packed wit the slaves

Get smacked in the face, tried to see my body stacked in the case

A lack of the trace, I don't never get out tracked in a race

Cause I'm that nigga that learned to respect the game that my ho's gave me

And aint no need of me livin for God cause I know heaven can't take me

And the devil can't make me, Not prison or them bullets can break me

I done went from leg wounds to the head wounds, what you been thru lately?

I tried to be down to earth but it's like I'm slowly fallin off it

I'm by the bridge awaitin hell, but I'm ready to walk across it

Let-a-nigga-chalk-it, let it come and find the human target

Cause nigga I married the game and we left 4 blood stains at the Paupet

And I'm still lost to the world, but if you wants it come and get me

But I aint that nigga to be sittin around thinkin bout what you did me

This nigga done bent me, this bitch gone fell me all in his kidney

Bitch I'ma soulja for life and I'm too real for you to sell or rent me



[chorus]



[12 O'Klock]

Papa was a rollin stone, had a hat filled wit dice

Taught me "Son get yo own, give no ho your life"

Thru struggle, there's progress, I'ma livin testimony

I went to Range Rovers and writin checks, when I

started out as a junkey, Fuck Love!

I don't trust love, I don't need love in this picture

Cause the one you choose to love, no doubt, will be the one to get cha

Actin off of impulse, is a weakness fools keep (damn fools)

Thinkin wit the index finger, gets many put to sleep

What goes around comes around, I don't believe that friend

Cause if you let me get you now, I'm bound to strike again

How you live is how you die, that's words of the good book

But I was born into this sin, So I guess I'ma die a crook

A man that stands for nothin, falls for anything, and

A man that stands for somethin, calls for many things

Me, I'm like Clint Eastwood, wanna Fist Full of Dollars

Fuck the bitches, fuck the fame, just give me the power



[chorus: until end]