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Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy

I got no choice but to be a rider

I approach you boy with the toaster boy

Hit you point blank range and fire

I ain't tryin to hear s**t I'm supposed to be rich

Mu'f**kers gettin with my bread

Then I'm 'gon load my s**t then count my s**t

N***a trip I'll go for your head

I'll have your n***a in an ambulance tellin ya hold on

The choir in your funeral singin you so long

The top shotta that rock product the block gotta

Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up

The mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it

The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin

I'm back on my b******t a s a full clip

Catch you with your B***h throw a song in your new whip

N***a it's g unit f**k your click

Like syphillis B***h you stuck with this

I'm on you n***as die behind mine

Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign

You done lost yo' mind bumped yo' head

Try to stop my shine but I got bread

And I ain't got time to hear what they said

When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head

I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy

I got no choice but to be a rider

I approach you boy with the toaster boy

Hit you point blank range and fire

I ain't tryin to hear s**t I'm supposed to be rich

Mu'f**kers gettin with my bread

Then I'm 'gon load my s**t then count my s**t

N***a trip I'll go for your head

I'm comin out of south side you know I'm raw

Big a*s check they show our score

Put a dough out and roll out the cream is off

Fo' fo' out I know 'bout the keizer war

I'm hot five hunnid degress or more

My door block an m16 or more

I'm in the store copin s**t you ain't seen before

Black card swipe we galore

Yeah I said these n***as stop talkin then stop worryin

The feds keep comin the money we buryin

I'm in a mean loft I'm in the cream porsche

I let that thing off I turn to t wolf

I drive a spaceship n***a 2008 s**t

kicks on I stay in some eight s**t

N***as on some apes**t they all get hit

Got the russian ak haitian flag on the clip

I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy

I got no choice but to be a rider

I approach you boy with the toaster boy

Hit you point blank range and fire

I ain't tryin to hear s**t I'm supposed to be rich

Mu'f**kers gettin with my bread

Then I'm 'gon load my s**t then count my s**t

N***a trip I'll go for your head