Ya talkin' that %#@! (*##$ ^!$$%
Wusup, wusup , wusup, wusup

Better Get Cha Mind Right
What What , Huh what




One lonely Soldier I be

The last real ^!$$% still down with Master P
I do this for the money and I do this for the love
I do this for my Soldiers and I do this for my Thugs

A lot of these rappers ain't talkin' bout nothin'
I don't knock it get ya money ^!$$%
Keep rap hustlin'

But don't go to talkin' that Gangsta %#@!
Cause I got money
Now what'cha think I'm spend a hit?

You dead wrong my 44 long it won't leave yo head on
I really would knock it off yo Soldier
I'm wild Magnolia never a dirt diver

I got war wounds been in the line of Fire
Shoot that ^!$$%, $#&@ dat ^!$$%
Lay dat ^!$$% down

Wootay was talkin' %#@! in the wrong part of town





I hope you understand that

I'm tellin' you somethin' very beneficial
Cause I own streets machines with bullets
That hold baby missiles

You Lil' Boys artificial playin' with them Lil' Pop pistols
I put hoes in you so deep you see only yo bone gristle
I'm Soldier this I'm Soldier that because I'm Soulja Slim

Third Ward die hog , you really don't wanna $#&@ with him
I'm from the M-A-G-N-O-L-I-A
Only thing Hot Boy catch the bullets comin' out my K

My dogs write me from Angola and Allen and %#@!

Tellin' me to hold it down, tellin' me to represent

Ever since they free'd me I've been thuggin' with Krazy
Will I see the jail cell again ^!$$% maybe
(*##$ ^!$$%'s talk %#@! they get dealt with

With the quickness me and my people bout business
Better get 'cha mind right on the real
(*##$ ^!$$%s get killed that's how I feel






Say Slim, these hoe $$# ^!$$%s
They know they ain't bout it

Come through the hood talkin' that %#@! and
Leave they (*##$ $$# crowded
See where I'm from we lay it down on these

Clowns and busters, tottin' 44 and choppers
Bustin' on mother $#&@ers
Look dog, y'all keep claimin' on the hood y'all stay

See that's gonna make my job easy so I know where just to spray
See I'ma ride through dog in a four door Lac
Roll the windows and @@#! it back

Hear that clak clak clak!!!!



Man these ^!$$%s need to be slapped



Uh Huh they catchin' the blues
I catch 'em yappin' I ain't slappin'
I'm knockin' 'em clean out they shoes



I got %#@! that shoot missiles dog

$#&@ around and have yo relatives missin' dog
Get shot up and and have yo name put on the wall
X-Conn and Soulja Slim that's my Tank Dawg
So $#&@ y'all