Текст песни Soulja Slim f 12 O`Klock, Trenity - What You Came Fo
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[chorus] 2xYou gone get what the fuck you came foI got that shit you wanna bust my brains foIt could be this nigga, that, niggat this, nigga thatBut you gone get what the fuck you came fo[Soulja Slim]Yeah I`m comin `round ya`ll muthafuckin set, wit my gun in my handNot to kill ya, just to get it off my chest like a manI use ta, fuck wit cha, now I gives a fuck about yaTryna jack a jacker?, bitch I`ll blow ya mama house upYou know how we do, them 3rd ward niggaDon`t fuck wit Soulja Slim, I gotta grave yard niggaThey say ya`ll niggas gettin beside yourselfYa playin wit cha life gone jeprodize ya`selfI`ma natural born, hustla hitta, go getta, 6 Co` fasho nigga, whoa nigga, you aint sayin nothinI`m sprayin somethin, I`m willin to die behind mineMy AK pump the party, that`s my Partners n CrimeIf you only knew, what goes on in my mindI see murder, and do murder, fuck it, I`m "Trapped in Crime"It`s kinda hard for me, to walk a straight lineI`d rather give a nigga somethin `fore I let em take mine[chorus][Trenity]I heard these niggas wanna murder me, bury me, carry me, back to the graveWas first, bein in a hearse, or bein in a cell block packed wit the slavesGet smacked in the face, tried to see my body stacked in the caseA lack of the trace, I don`t never get out tracked in a raceCause I`m that nigga that learned to respect the game that my ho`s gave meAnd aint no need of me livin for God cause I know heaven can`t take meAnd the devil can`t make me, Not prison or them bullets can break meI 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 itI`m by the bridge awaitin hell, but I`m ready to walk across itLet-a-nigga-chalk-it, let it come and find the human targetCause nigga I married the game and we left 4 blood stains at the PaupetAnd I`m still lost to the world, but if you wants it come and get meBut I aint that nigga to be sittin around thinkin bout what you did meThis nigga done bent me, this bitch gone fell me all in his kidneyBitch 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 diceTaught me "Son get yo own, give no ho your life"Thru struggle, there`s progress, I`ma livin testimonyI went to Range Rovers and writin checks, when Istarted out as a junkey, Fuck Love!I don`t trust love, I don`t need love in this pictureCause the one you choose to love, no doubt, will be the one to get chaActin off of impulse, is a weakness fools keep (damn fools)Thinkin wit the index finger, gets many put to sleepWhat goes around comes around, I don`t believe that friendCause if you let me get you now, I`m bound to strike againHow you live is how you die, that`s words of the good bookBut I was born into this sin, So I guess I`ma die a crookA man that stands for nothin, falls for anything, andA man that stands for somethin, calls for many thingsMe, I`m like Clint Eastwood, wanna Fist Full of DollarsFuck the bitches, fuck the fame, just give me the power[chorus] until end