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
that's how we play Wanna feel ah my spray-pump hit yo' chest, and finally realize who you're fuck with, fuckin with them niggaz in Cleveland ya do whateva
t cha But my people ain't something that I see 'Cuz they not never you at my shows We've been all over the globe Ya, we been makin' the doe but cha all
a dark picture You don't want me to start with cha Don't want me commin' with the heart, hit cha Chew you up and if you really tart, spit cha After the
'm a rich nigga come to my show and bring your bitch wit'cha Two thousand niggaz all screamin' out loud 'Fuck the law' And all y'all niggaz mean muggin
what'cha sayin love, tell me what'cha sayin Tell me what, tell me what, tell me what, tell me what Come to us, come to us Tell me what'cha sayin love,
what you make it, and that's true And if you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout Then listen up to what a beat You better watch what's coming out'cha mouth
IN A SEC. CARLY HANGS UP. CARLY: FREDDIE! FREDDIE: WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MY EQUIPMENT? CARLY: I JUST ASKED TO BORROW YOUR VIDEOCAMERA. WHAT IS ALL THIS
life is what you make it, and that's true And if you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout Then lesson number one thee You better watch what's coming out'cha
you I'm gonna pour some out for my man pee-wee (Pee-wee) And do what you gotta do, all right black, bust it I'm the sugar dick daddy, fuck what you
Just westcoast what? To my real niggaz stuck in the street game 'Cause rappers like Jay Z be pumpin' Kool-Aid through they vein's Is it true what I'm
Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit Ay, what's so special 'bout him ay,
Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit I'm the king 'cause I said it And I mean that shit Ay, what's so special 'bout him Ay, he
dark picture. You don't want me to start with, cha. Don't want me commin with the heart, hit cha. Chew you up and if you really tart, spit cha. After
wear my sunglasses at night all hatas dont understand (What's that) Cause when my gun blasts its bright cause I can, cause I can (That's right) Demons tryin to show me whats
know but uh it's all good I wanna tell you all 3 I love y'all like ya'll love me but if y'all know what I'm talkin about Fizz holla at cha boy. [Rap
give Kill any muthaphukka you feel need to be killed And the niggaz that used to run wit cha they ain't cha friends them niggas is out ta get cha And