whodi wanna make happen nigga holla at me whodi wanna make happen nigga holla at me whodi wanna make happen nigga holla at me whodi wanna make happen nigga holla at me whodi wanna make happen nigga holla at me whodi wanna make happen nigga holla at me whodi wanna make happen nigga holla at me whodi wanna make happen nigga now lets get it started i fuck shit up on tha bacardi you can call it i be damned if i dat one dearly departed glock forty wit 2 other clips stuck beside me i call tha canon new improved dog bitch for tha 90 s i keeps it real niggas don t wanna let me ball chill fuck wit tha treal still they ll get a nigga killed so i keep em close don t know em i met em on my joce cut throat em on magnolia leave body parts on willow dats how we do it 6 court souljas off top keep em cocked wit out havin second thoughts to pop uptown dats where i was born raised chastised by veterens in they army brigades when i grew up i wanted to just like them look at me now retired veteren soulja slim alot of souljas made it alot of em didn t it ain t easy bein a soulja takes alot of wig splittin unforgettin ghetto livin to tha day dat i die fabolous dangerous weighin 195 i got scuffle like holyfield but i gets ill like mike for them nigga snakes i bite when i write i bite back picture dat nigga raw doggin it got tha industry on lockdown i m hoggin it i got what cha lookin for what cha want huh don t play no games you know your do s don ts what  nigga just shot my dawg double crosser beef is on heat is on tweekin for leakin domes make it known when i come home clear tha whole corner somebody gon die when my my army ride you niggas jive who gonna thank me my dawg won t kill ya had ya down dad should of let my dawg steel ya bustarized realized we crucifized homicide lookin for me wit tha chinese eyes gold grill from tha back to tha front mask on done a walkby got my blast on see me when i beef i can t sleep i creep creep lay low like a sniper che che day night hopin i catch my prey right i hate tha light but i can t run from a gun fight soulja type i refuse to lose my life been inticed by tha devil but i love jesus christ so what dat tell ya i m gon kill ya if i haveta thank it s a game when it ain t no fun laughter blast ya ass then get ghost like casper i m bout it bout it i just ain t no good ass rapper in tha projects thugged out slangin for cheese head bustin any nigga holdin them ki s puffin weed daily thuggin in public tha bitches give me head cause tha hoes they love me say goodbye to them bitch niggas they work for tha feds i can t be caught wit cha when they bust yo head ski masked wit a hundred rounds lookin for fire downtown niggas clearin watch them niggas expire we ride fo deep in a caddy wit swab i don t love head bustin im just doin my job iberville is what i scream lookin for danger hundred rounds in my chopper realesin my anger now 