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From What I Was Told Lyrics - Artist : Soulja Slim
Wassam big baby?
You know wassam dog Bitches ain't gon' like this here, ya heard me? They ain't gon' like, you know what I'm sayin'? Fuck 'em From what I was told niggaz say I'm a hit No Limit like Pac Hit Death Row and make some money out the asshole 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 tottin', niggaz that smoke poten Watchin me and they backs 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 nare 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 him like Carl Lewis Nothin but gun smoke is all ya smell Niggaz lying dead on bullets and shells My people dwells through 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 jambalya, red beans, rice, gumbo, and stew My little one said its all on you in Chopper City Run up on ya clique clan, and posse Ain't no stoppin', my committe Shits bigger then me, Nino Black And a can of Trinity, ya feelin' me? From what I was told niggaz say I'm a hit No Limit like Pac Hit Death Row and make some money out the asshole And blow, up like the world trade And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades 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 trill 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 sex Respect my rhyme because my mind is filled up with anger Sumthn like a glock 40 With black italian 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 a cocked K in the trunk Bumpin' nothin' but the Beats By The Pound funk Full of that skunk, got the windows fogged up And the system all the way pumped Everything we drop be fire, don't nothin' be bunk From what I was told niggaz say I'm a hit No Limit like Pac Hit Death Row and make some money out the asshole And blow, up like the world trade And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades I was a weed fiend, dope fiend and coke fiend with low key And I was on the come up move, with UNLV Used to rock the club 49 Back in 93 Hoes was givin' me love Niggaz givin' me daps and hugs Soldiers respect soldiers, and soldiers respect thugs Thugs gotta respect soldiers, if them 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 40 cocked back Hoes jock that, when a nigga be all the way real Only thing they want is the dope dick appeal But I don't fuck around no more And only saw me like that ol' 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 |
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