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soulja slim - what you came fo lyrics

f/ 12 o’klock, trenity

[chorus] 2x
you gone get what the f-ck you came fo
i got that sh-t you wanna bust my brains fo
it could be this n-gg-, that, n-gg-t this, n-gg- that
but you gone get what the f-ck you came fo

[soulja slim]
yeah i’m comin ’round ya’ll m-th-f-ckin set, wit my gun in my hand
not to kill ya, just to get it off my chest like a man
i use ta, f-ck wit cha, now i gives a f-ck about ya
tryna jack a jacker?, b-tch i’ll blow ya mama house up
you know how we do, them 3rd ward n-gg-
don’t f-ck wit soulja slim, i gotta grave yard n-gg-
they say ya’ll n-gg-s gettin beside yourself
ya playin wit cha life gone jeprodize ya’self
i’ma natural born, hustla hitta, go getta, 6 co’ fa
sho n-gg-, whoa n-gg-, 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, f-ck it, i’m “trapped in crime”
it’s kinda hard for me, to walk a straight line
i’d rather give a n-gg- somethin ‘fore i let em take mine

[chorus]

[trenity]
i heard these n-gg-s wanna murder me, bury me, carry me, back to the grave
was first, bein in a he-rs-, 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 n-gg- 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 h-ll, but i’m ready to walk across it
let-a-n-gg–chalk-it, let it come and find the human target
cause n-gg- 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 n-gg- to be sittin around thinkin bout what you did me
this n-gg- done bent me, this b-tch gone fell me all in his kidney
b-tch 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, f-ck 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 (d-mn 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
f-ck the b-tches, f-ck the fame, just give me the power

[chorus] until end

- soulja slim lyrics

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