[Featuring Soulja Slim Kane & Abel Mac] [Fiend] What up out there kenfo This be Fiend coming at like this here here I brought a couple of my people with me Fiend Mac Soulja Slim Kane and Abel A couple of No Limit soldiers to help me out with this here Chorus What cha mean mean heard about Soldiers got some daily clout Slangin in the dirty south What we really worried about x2 [Soulja Slim] (Peep this shit) I know you heard about this nigga from the 3rd Raw, then a uncut bird with bad tempers and bad nerves Serve, dope to a dope fiend gotta get more cream Than the rest of the dealers Every nigga that I fuck with gotta be from killas Fill up in this shit, that was ever smokin, you can catch me smokin On some shit that will have me broken, (cough cough), I'm so high, I can ride, barely need to slug some dealing No optimos, no keep moving, fuck it, pass the feeling Real niggas feel me, cause I'm bout as real as it get Son or stranger, no love for that studio shit All my little partners gone, I'll be damned if I G-O But if I do I'll grab my gun shoot like and pull let em know Chorus x2 [Kane & Abel] You know I'm from the ghetto, hit the glock And pop my shots clean up your block Red beam, maintain my aim, bullet holes in your brain When I stop that motherfucking clock, Kane Usual suspect, down south niggas bout respect Choppin off slugs like a mailman in a corvette Like the weed when i lower my tek Niggas is seeking, pump down like bricks, in the trunk of the 626 Is something you hate cause your boy Just got flipped, AK with a strong clip In the hood I bust you with the tank, In the pen I trust you with the shank My mind go blank, I'm a soldier smokin dank All the way to the motherfucking bank Chorus x2 [Mac] Now what yall mean, niggas on my team They all about the cream And my enemies, we take it to the street To get the green, knowa mean Came here with Slim, Mac and Fiend I still scream WOAH! In the drop where my nigga walk Runnin from the cop who was trying to meet his quota I'm young and I'm black, I'm a soldier So he thinking I'm slanging that baking soda You ain't heard about, nigga from that dirty south Where the po-po's scout Everybody, everybody that knows what your bout Won't leave your house Cause at night, nigga freaks come out Grab your gat with that extra clip cause if you catch us slippin You might connect the grip Shots there cut up strip bout a couple of ship Like the peoples in summertime agent trip Lets take a trip to the land where the niggas Do the murderman dance on their enemies And fake niggas pretend to be a, they be them friends of me Woah, slow your roll and daddy I'm camoflauged I'm psycho warden I stay on my guard and bitch I never die Chorus x2 [Fiend] What the world don't know is I'm a hurt A soldier without a pause I'm prayin about cause, break jaws and all laws My bullet scars didn't heal, my tatoos reveal Bout to ride explain a million of hostile The burn feels like almost a step from death Fuck spending lives, I barely leave a minute of breath I'm set, families with teks, release my stress in thier chest Wouldn't know where I'd be without my god and my vest Killers, we the best fuck all the rest, here hit the cess Snort, c'mon the test With the charge the best, cause I open your chest God bless, I made my way back so I can say that Me too whatever, should have known that Fiend believe in payback Do it for haystacks, me, Slim, twins, and Mac Gotta attack, with the jest to ask, deftly in the act I doubt that, I'm strange cause I'm with the right change After soldier consediration, I'm the live range Chorus x4
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