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soulja slim - souljas on my feet lyrics

[hook]
i’ma roll to the rhythm and just bump to the beat
and stomp with my motherf-cking souljas on my feet

[verse 1]
pay close attention, bow, face
hold up my n-gga, i’m stringing up my shoe lace of my
black soulja reeboks, i been through some sh-t with ’em
gotta fresh pair when it’s time to bust a fit with ’em
and they hitting for 70 don’t never say them b-tches cheap
and if they go on sell that whole ‘nolia goin make that creep
and if a n-gga got stomped in the dance
that ‘nolia got the charge cause we never used our hands
we left the reebok print in a n-gga face get bucked up off that boot up sh-t
now who the b-tch in the hospital
colors in the colors on the motherf-ckin nautical
so put it in a article cause i know y’all never seen nothing like that
n-gga getting stomped by the whole magnolia soulja’s
b-tch i thought i told ya
the last time in my last rhyme when i used to kick it 49
but now chilling, f-cking with this hoe call herself a villain
and they call her brother big dope dealing
troy, he got that boy
slanging it by the zips but keep two glocks by his motherf-cking hips
i went to kickin with em’
he said “boys,” he ain’t believe in that
his f-ckin boys was his motherf-cking gats
i called joe will and duck cuz yo they bout some capers
i could see it, it’s so easy he’s bout to make us
do a 211 with a chrome ak-47 and the mac-9, and a 38
i see you in heaven
but yo i’m stunting cause h-ll is where i’m going
i could see myself getting it right now

[hook]

[interlude]
d-mn, i forgot the rest of that motherf-cking verse man
you understand
kl, i forgot the rest of the verse
oh i got it, i got it
here it is

[verse 2]
look i’m stringing up my souljas real tight
cause ain’t no telling what goes on, when a n-gga’s on the flight, aight
some n-ggas running through the cut with k’s and sh-t
representing they f-cking self like warren mays and sh-t
and, i’m trying to get some shelter
cause ain’t no motherf-ckin hallway gon’ help ya
ya know nephew, but them souljas was ready for that so went to banging back
i seen the k logga black had
actin bad like that bih was mac
and i’m duckin’ and dodgin’
gl-ss went in my f-cking hand
i caught some shelter, my souljas, they was full of sand
the house i’m in, this n-gga said he had a glock
but them n-ggas got k’s, i’m start poppin’ when them n-ggas stop
and try to get to their getaway car
look here, that b-tch better not be far
cause if it is, the after effect ain’t gonna be nothing nice
i started popping n-gga got spooked, dropped his merchandise
trying to run from a gun but he couldn’t make it home
caught up with him, bust that b-tch upside his f-cking dome
with the pistol, and whistle down to the court and say “i got him”
with a white t-shirt and a white pair of souljas how couldn’t i spot him?
now i got him on his knees begging me please
not to pump him, all us gathered round and we stomped him
and left ’em stanking in the 6th street circle
in less than ten minutes, that n-gga turned green and purple
now them souljas wanted for manslaughter
it’s the year 2002, i could afford me a lawyer

[hook]

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