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Soulja SlimOnly for the real, niggaz who I fuck withKnow what I`m sayin`?REal niggaz gon` feel this shitCause its only who I fuck withKnow what I`m sayin`?Show by handsPut `em up in the air if you bout makin` dollarsAnd you be bout this real shitThat be to hard to swallowCome, follow?Me to the landThe home of the soldiersIf not committed they will cut throat yaPlay brawl then go toSoldier streets but don`t sleepsAnd shots to knock ya off ya feetSpecialise in assassinatin`, all bustas who be soldier hatin`My bodygaurd is the LordMines in the back of my headMy dogg, a born killaTreal niggaBeen runnin` with me since I was smallAlot of y`all probably know him, then again ya probably don`tCause its sung to strugglin` that be ridin`With head biters in the trunkElliotts name was double crosserHe`ll double cross ya, when he woulda taught yaTold me not to get my hand dirtyHe`ll be my nigga tosserTellin` me to do my rap thingNo Limit bring me out thereJust chill, and make my millsWith my skills and keep it realChorus-1:That`s a, born killa1- A treal nigga2+3- Big time, dope dealerA real nigga, that get it how I live on itFuck with born killas, dope dealers and real niggazIll niggaz, and treal niggazThat get it how the live niggaBorn killazDope dealersAnd treal niggazThat get it how they liveThe real niggaz, stay realAnd the fakes stay fakeAnd you`s a busta type niggaThen stay the fuck outta my faceBecause I`m tryin` to stay busta freeBut y`all not hearin` meIts nuts or cuffsGet it how you live, on these city streetsAnd every nigga roam,Gotta be Bout It Bout ItNiggaz pourin` syrup in the gameThey not bein` solidAnd thats the busta typeNiggaz I can`t fuck with so I stay my distanceAnd run with real soldiers that love meOnly a handfull, duck and holler backReal niggaz for sure got my backAll about the combatAll of the rest of `em deadBread, ridin` redA big dope dealer I used to fuck with doin` time in the vetNo need to say his name, my nigga used to slang them thangsO-Z`s and kilosHeard the smack mayneHe used to give me gramsNever wanted to give me weightHe knew my habit, had me out there, he was goin` to get blazedI respect that by me bein` an addictI was, here I had to snort about half a gram to get me a buzzChorus-2I got sent to the old jail, where alot of niggaz don`t surviveI rolled on the till bout a quarter of fiveGot up early in the mornin`Four feet up old millGuess who till repMy dogg Cheer WillHe gave me five scoops, cause I just rolled inBut I gave that shit awayCause my head bone bentA murder charge in three attemptsWhat the fuck you expectin`?I`m facin` life in prison, with a leathal injectionBut these dick suckin` DA`sThey refuse the chargeI rolled off B1, makin` boo-koo noiseScreamin` those bitches can`t hold a Soulja like me downThen my pajamas, socks and T-shirts, with a tank from ? townI ain`t stay out, cause thirty daysI come right back in this bitchProbation violation, gotta do a year in sixI bet you dick suckers won`t see meNo mothafuckin` moreI got big plans, ya understand?By slangin` lyrics like dopeTo all my people locked down, y`all be home in a secondJust keep it real, and stay treal and make them bitches respect yaChorus-3 till end

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