Soulja Slim Lyrics From What I Was Told MCArtist: Soulja Slim Chorus: From what I was told niggaz say I'm a hit No Limit Like Pac hit Def Row and make some money out the asshole And blow up like the worldtrade And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers, ak's and hand grenades Could you recall a soldier that used to be crawling Now I'm balling don't plan on falling For the world, left the furl in the dopeman hand On the set cause I got plans, bigger than the Desire projects I run with steel objcts toting, niggaz that smoke potent Watching me in they back scoping at all soldiers Quick draw McGraw niggaz see ya laterCradle to the grave ya Your daddy made ya lets see if he can be your savior When I cave ya chest in with every murder weapon You can't find nare Smith & WessunOn them glocks with street machines With info beams you know what I mean Pulling ya'll to light up the scene and break camp like Carl Lewis Nothing but gunsmoke cause all you smell is niggaz lying dead on bullets and shells My peoples dwells from uptown where the shake goes down Shot callers and big ballers ?? brothers know And doo doo brown, Beats By the Pound domething you can smoke to Flavas like jumbalaya, red beans and rice, gumbo and stew My label say it was all on you in chopper city Run up your click, clan or posse ain't no stopping my committee Shits bigger than me,?? or black ?? TrenityYou feeling meChorus: Incarceration had me really patient I was local until you heard me on down south hustlers It was ?? that said the shit was my creation Is it real yeah cause niggaz wearing soldier rags and shit keeping it real My reservation is to make some mils and stay independent Still wearing Jerbose and Polos soldier Reebok tennis Crushed out tank on my neck protect my chest like a vest No more coke no more dope just alcohol and cess Respect my rhyme cause my mind is filled up with anger So act like a glock 40 with black ?? bullets in the chamber Wait to we release and decease fake ass receives Niggaz bests freeze when I squeeze gats and burn to the 3rd degree Make you wonder will you ever breathe again like Toni Braxton Leave you skull fractured about asking me jack you better ask somebody that know me If they real they gone tell you what's real if they not they gone soldier hate I could freestyle about 'em without making a mistake ask Tre That's my compadre my nigga that I ride with all dayGot a cock can in the trunk Bumping off the Beats By the Pound funk Pull that skunk out the window fogged up in the system all the way chrome Everything we drop be fire don't nothing be bombChorus: I was a weed fiend, dope fiend, coke fiend with no fee And I was on a come up move with you and LD We used to rock the club 49 back in 9-3Hoes giving me love Niggaz giving me daps and hugsThugs respect soldiers and soldiers respect thugs Thugs gotta respect soldiers cause some of them don't want they life to be over Brung to a closureAin't nothing change but the name when you say soldier Mean Magnolia you got thatGot to keep my glock 40 keep cocked back Hoes jock that when a nigga be all the way real The only thing they want is the doe, dick and peel But I don't fuck around no moreAnd don't assault me like that old clown ass hoe If my throat was a gun bitch you would run when you hear me come from the head Every lyric is a bullet fucking you up with some of the shit I said In 95 a nigga left me for dead but I didn't die And none of the soldiers die they only multiply God left me alive so I can blow up in the world I thank the man every night for taking me off the furl and girl And give me the opportunity to raise my son in my community Cause now days niggaz got guns and screaming out unity What a fucking nigga ?? to me that's something I can't go for I done signed a contract shut the studio door