[Fiend]
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What up out there kenfo
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This be Fiend coming at like this here here
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I brought a couple of my people with me
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Fiend, Mac, Soulja Slim, Kane and Abel
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A couple of No Limit soldiers to help me out with this here
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Chorus
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What cha mean, mean, heard about
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Soldiers got some daily clout
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Slangin in the dirty south
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What we really worried about x2
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[Soulja Slim]
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(Peep this shit) I know you heard about this nigga from the 3rd
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Raw, then a uncut bird with bad tempers and bad nerves
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Serve, dope to a dope fiend gotta get more cream
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than the rest of the dealers
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Every nigga that I fuck with gotta be from killas
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Fill up in this shit, that was ever smokin, you can catch me smokin
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On some shit that will have me broken, (cough cough),
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I'm so high, I can ride, barely need to slug some dealing
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No optimos, no keep moving, fuck it, pass the feeling
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Real niggas feel me, cause I'm bout as real as it get
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Son or stranger, no love for that studio shit
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All my little partners gone, I'll be damned if I G-O
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But if I do I'll grab my gun shoot like and pull let em know
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Chorus x2
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[Kane & Abel]
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You know I'm from the ghetto, hit the glock
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and pop my shots clean up your block
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Red beam, maintain my aim, bullet holes in your brain
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When I stop that motherfucking clock, Kane
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Usual suspect, down south niggas bout respect
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Choppin off slugs like a mailman in a corvette
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like the weed when i lower my tek
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Niggas is seeking, pump down like bricks, in the trunk of the 626
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Is something you hate cause your boy
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just got flipped, AK with a strong clip
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In the hood I bust you with the tank,
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in the pen I trust you with the shank
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My mind go blank, I'm a soldier smokin dank
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all the way to the motherfucking bank
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Chorus x2
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[Mac]
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Now what yall mean, niggas on my team
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they all about the cream
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And my enemies, we take it to the street
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to get the green, knowa mean
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Came here with Slim, Mac and Fiend
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I still scream WOAH!
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In the drop where my nigga walk
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runnin from the cop who was trying to meet his quota
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I'm young and I'm black, I'm a soldier
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so he thinking I'm slanging that baking soda
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You ain't heard about, nigga from that dirty south
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where the po-po's scout
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Everybody, everybody that knows what your bout
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won't leave your house
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Cause at night, nigga freaks come out
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Grab your gat with that extra clip cause if you catch us slippin
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You might connect the grip
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shots there cut up strip bout a couple of ship
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Like the peoples in summertime agent trip
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Lets take a trip to the land where the niggas
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do the murderman dance on their enemies
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And fake niggas pretend to be a, they be them friends of me
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Woah, slow your roll and daddy I'm camoflauged
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I'm psycho warden I stay on my guard and bitch I never die
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Chorus x2
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[Fiend]
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What the world don't know is I'm a hurt
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A soldier without a pause
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I'm prayin about cause, break jaws and all laws
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My bullet scars didn't heal, my tatoos reveal
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Bout to ride explain a million of hostile
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The burn feels like almost a step from death
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Fuck spending lives, I barely leave a minute of breath
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I'm set, families with teks, release my stress in thier chest
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Wouldn't know where I'd be without my god and my vest
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Killers, we the best fuck all the rest, here hit the cess
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Snort, c'mon the test
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with the charge the best, cause I open your chest
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God bless, I made my way back so I can say that
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Me too whatever, should have known that Fiend believe in payback
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Do it for haystacks, me, Slim, twins, and Mac
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Gotta attack, with the jest to ask, deftly in the act
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I doubt that, I'm strange cause I'm with the right change
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After soldier consediration, I'm the live range
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Chorus x4
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What Cha Mean
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Fiend |