Souljas On My Feet
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[Hook]
I'ma roll to the rhythm and just bump to the beat
And stomp with my motherfucking Souljas on my feet
[Verse 1]
Pay close attention, bow, face
Hold up my nigga, I'm stringing up my shoe lace
Black Soulja Reeboks, I been through some shit with 'em
Bust a [?] with 'em
See them bitches cheap
Creep
And if a nigga got stomped in the dance
They know they never cause we never used our hands
We left the Reebok brand and a nigga face get fucked out off this bood up shit
Now who the bitch in the hospital
Colors on the motherfucking [?]
So put it in a article cause I know y'all never seen nothing like that
Nigga getting stomped by the whole Magnolia Soulja
Bitch I thought I told ya
The last time in my last rhyme when I used to kick it [?]
But now chilling, fucking with this so called [?] big dope dealing
[?] he got [?]
Slanging two Glocks by his motherfucking hips
He said "Boys," he ain't believe in that
Motherfucking gat
I [?]
I could see it, it's so easy he's bout to make us
[?] with a chrome AK-47 and the Mac-9
I see you in heaven
Stunting, but where I'm going
I could see myself getting it right now
[Hook]
[Interlude]
Damn, I forgot the rest of that motherfucking verse man
You understand
Kel, I forgot the rest of the verse
Oh I got it, I got it
Here it is
[Verse 2]
Look I'm stranging up my Souljas real tight
Cause ain't no telling what goes on niggas on the flight, ight
Some niggas running through the cut with K's and shit
And shit
Representing
And I'm trying to get some shelter
Cause ain't no motherfucking hallway gon' help you
You know [?] ready for that [?] banging [?]
[?]
I seen a [?] mac
[?]
[?] glass went in my fucking hand
I [?] some shelter, my Souljas, they was full of sand
The house I'm in, bitch nigga said he had a Glock
[?] when the nigga stop
They try to get to their getaway car
Look here, that bitch better not be far
Cause if it is, the after effect ain't gonna be nothing nice
I started popping nigga got [?] merchandise
Trying to run from a gun but he couldn't make it home
Caught up with him, bust that bitch inside his fucking dome
With the pistol and whistle down to [?] say "I got him"
With a white t-shirt and how couldn't I spot him
Now I got him on his knees begging me please
Not to [?] him [?]
[?]
Ain't left for ten minutes, that nigga 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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