[talking]

Yeah, it's a different year, you heard me

It's a different year, uh



[Hook x2]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Nigga yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Nigga yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm that nigga, nigga fuck what you talking bout



[Soulja Slim]

You checking my status, ain't you

I'm a Down South nigga, I'm a hell of a gangsta

I got em fucked up, they gon know how I do it

I'm always known, for making cut throat music

I don't fuck around with him, he too dick in the booty

If I say the nigga name, then he'd prolly sue me

He hurting I'm rolling now, then keep it real

Making me or you, show me how

Stole the game, from the bitch nigga like that

There's over one million ways, you could get jacked

Well I'm a street jack artist, I can respect that

That's like me and you hitting a lick, you shoot me in my back

You fucking with the wrong nigga, I'm telling you

Shadow your motherfucking image, make it hell for you

You might feel I'm over due, well come and get me

I keep my heater on me, burn a nigga crispy, make him history



[Hook x2]



[Soulja Slim]

Second verse is worse than the first, your people

Need a corner rebirth, and order a box of white t-shirts

I'ma knock your ass off, I ain't the last Don

I'm the last Dog, one in the manger was under the Nolia

Nigga never could take over Magnolia, Slim here to stay

Nigga know why I smash, anything that's in my way

Hate I'm set tripping, you in ways round my way

If you once, you should know how I handle a AK

Respect me, live by the trigga die by it

Every nigga from New Orleans, keep a gat up on they side

Stay the fuck from round my Bentley, yeah I use to get high

Your bitch told me you say that, after I nutted in her eye

Big girls don't cry, here's a towel wipe your face

Let him know and know he a rat, and he got fucked up stay

Only thing you could do, is suck a nigga dick

Us Cut Throat niggas, keep another nigga bitch



[Hook x2]



[Soulja Slim]

You see, this shit ain't nothing to me

If it wasn't for this, I'd be still in the street

Fuck I'm talking bout, stuck in the street 24-7

Pulled up on the AVE., nigga sold me a Mack 11

That's a throwback gat, gotta stamp that there

Give him dollas, and he can have that there

Make sho it ain't broke, and nothing wrong with the pin

I walked on back, and let ten off in the wind

Dog this ain't fully, he done filed it down

Soldier haters please, just hate me now

I'm Jump-Sly Slim, don't jock my style

You wanna be like me, but you don't know how

The first thang be original, cause if

You get your own style, nigga feel you mo'

And if you gotta be a man, on that river bro

Nigga know, I'm a motherfucking genero'



[Hook x2]