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soulja slim – get cha mind right lyrics

f/ black felon, x-conn

[chorus]
ya talkin’ that sh-t b-tch n-gg-
wusup, wusup, wusup, wusup
better get cha mind right
what what, huh what
[4x]

[soulja slim]
one lonely soldier i be
the last real n-gg- still down with master p
i do this for the money and i do this for the love
i do this for my soldiers and i do this for my thugs
a lot of these rappers ain’t talkin’ bout nothin’
i don’t knock it get ya money n-gg-
keep rap hustlin’
but don’t go to talkin’ that gangsta sh-t
cause i got money
now what’cha think i’m spend a hit?
you dead wrong my 44 long it won’t leave yo head on
i really would knock it off yo soldier
i’m wild magnolia never a dirt diver
i got war wounds been in the line of fire
shoot that n-gg-, f-ck dat n-gg-
lay dat n-gg- down
wootay was talkin’ sh-t in the wrong part of town

[chorus-4x]

[soulja slim]
i hope you understand that
i’m tellin’ you somethin’ very beneficial
cause i own streets machines with bullets
that hold baby missiles
you lil’ boys artificial playin’ with them lil’ pop pistols
i put hoes in you so deep you see only yo bone gristle
i’m soldier this i’m soldier that because i’m soulja slim
third ward die hog, you really don’t wanna f-ck with him
i’m from the m-a-g-n-o-l-i-a
only thing hot boy catch the bullets comin’ out my k
my dogs write me from angola and allen and sh-t
tellin’ me to hold it down, tellin’ me to represent
ever since they free’d me i’ve been thuggin’ with krazy
will i see the jail cell again n-gg- maybe
b-tch n-gg-‘s talk sh-t they get dealt with
with the quickness me and my people bout business
better get ‘cha mind right on the real
b-tch n-gg-s get killed that’s how i feel

[chorus-4x]

[black felon]
say slim, these hoe -ss n-gg-s
they know they ain’t bout it
come through the hood talkin’ that sh-t and
leave they b-tch -ss crowded
see where i’m from we lay it down on these
clowns and busters, tottin’ 44 and choppers
bustin’ on mother f-ckers
look dog, y’all keep claimin’ on the hood y’all stay
see that’s gonna make my job easy so i know where just to spray
see i’ma ride through dog in a four door lac
roll the windows and c-ck it back
hear that clak clak clak!

[soulja slim]
man these n-gg-s need to be slapped

[black felon]
uh huh they catchin’ the blues
i catch ’em yappin’ i ain’t slappin’
i’m knockin’ ’em clean out they shoes

[x-conn]
i got sh-t that shoot missiles dog
f-ck around and have yo relatives missin’ dog
get shot up and and have yo name put on the wall
x-conn and soulja slim that’s my tank dawg
so f-ck y’all

[chorus-4x]

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