only real niggas

soulja slim

only for the real

niggaz who i fuck with

know what i'm sayin'?

real niggaz gon' feel this shit

cause its only who i fuck with

know what i'm sayin'?

show by hands

put 'em up in the air if you bout makin' dollars

and you be bout this real shit

that be to hard to swallow

come

follow?

me to the land

the home of the soldiers

if not committed they will cut throat ya

play brawl then go to

soldier streets but don't sleeps

and shots to knock ya off ya feet

specialise in assassinatin'

all bustas who be soldier hatin'

my bodygaurd is the lord

mines in the back of my head

my dogg

a born killa

treal nigga

been runnin' with me since i was small

alot of y'all probably know him

then again ya probably don't

cause its sung to strugglin' that be ridin'

with head biters in the trunk

elliotts name was double crosser

he'll double cross ya

when he woulda taught ya

told me not to get my hand dirty

he'll be my nigga tosser

tellin' me to do my rap thing

no limit bring me out there

just chill

and make my mills

with my skills and keep it real

that's a

born killa

1- a treal nigga

2+3- big time

dope dealer

a real nigga

that get it how i live on it

fuck with born killas

dope dealers and real niggaz

ill niggaz

and treal niggaz

that get it how the live nigga

born killaz

dope dealers

and treal niggaz

that get it how they live

the real niggaz

stay real

and the fakes stay fake

and you's a busta type nigga

then stay the fuck outta my face

because i'm tryin' to stay busta free

but y'all not hearin' me

its nuts or cuffs

get it how you live

on these city streets

and every nigga roam

gotta be bout it bout it

niggaz pourin' syrup in the game

they not bein' solid

and thats the busta type

niggaz i can't fuck with so i stay my distance

and run with real soldiers that love me

only a handfull

duck and holler back

real niggaz for sure got my back

all about the combat

all of the rest of 'em dead

bread

ridin' red

a big dope dealer i used to fuck with doin' time in the vet

no need to say his name

my nigga used to slang them thangs

o-z's and kilos

heard the smack mayne

he used to give me grams

never wanted to give me weight

he knew my habit

had me out there

he was goin' to get blazed

i respect that by me bein' an addict

i was

here i had to snort about half a gram to get me a buzz

i got sent to the old jail

where alot of niggaz don't survive

i rolled on the till bout a quarter of five

got up early in the mornin'

four feet up old mill

guess who till rep

my dogg cheer will

he gave me five scoops

cause i just rolled in

but i gave that shit away

cause my head bone bent

a murder charge in three attempts

what the fuck you expectin'?

i'm facin' life in prison

with a leathal injection

but these dick suckin' da's

they refuse the charge

i rolled off b1

makin' boo-koo noise

screamin' those bitches can't hold a soulja like me down

then my pajamas

socks and t-shirts

with a tank from? town

i ain't stay out

cause thirty days

i come right back in this bitch

probation violation

gotta do a year in six

i bet you dick suckers won't see me

no mothafuckin' more

i got big plans

ya understand?

by slangin' lyrics like dope

to all my people locked down

y'all be home in a second

just keep it real

and stay treal and make them bitches respect ya