Soulja Slim Only for the real, niggaz who I fuck with Know what I'm sayin'? REal niggaz gon' feel this shit Cause its only who I fuck with Know what I'm sayin'? Show by hands Put 'em up in the air if you bout makin' dollars And you be bout this real shit That be to hard to swallow Come, follow? Me to the land The home of the soldiers If not committed they we'll cut throat ya Play brawl then go to Soldier streets but don't sleeps And shots to knock ya off ya feet Specialise in assassinatin', all bustas who be soldier hatin' My bodygaurd is the Lord My eyes in the back of my head My dogg, a born killa Treal nigga Been runnin' with me since I was small Alot of y'all probably know him, then again ya probably don't Cause its sung to strugglin' that be ridin' With head biters in the trunk Elliotts name was double crosser He'll double cross ya, when he woulda taught ya Told me not to get my hand dirty He'll be my nigga tosser Tellin' me to do my rap thing Dont let a nigga bring ya out there Just chill, and make my mills With my skills and keep it real Chorus-1: That's a, born killa 1- A treal nigga 2+3- Big time, dope dealer A real nigga, that get it how I live on it Fuck with born killas, dope dealers and real niggaz Ill niggaz, and treal niggaz That get it how the live nigga Born killaz Dope dealers And treal niggaz That get it how they live The real niggaz, stay real And the fakes stay face And you's a busta type nigga Then stay the fuck outta my face Because I'm tryin' to stay busta free But y'all not hearin' me Its nuts or cuffs Get it how you live, on these city streets And every nigga roam, Gotta be Bout It Bout It Niggaz pourin' syrup in the game They not bein' solid And thats the busta type Niggaz I can't fuck with so I stay my distance And run with real soldiers that love me Only a handfull, duck and holler back Real niggaz for sure got my back All about the combat All of the rest of 'em dead Bread, ridin' red A big dope dealer I used to fuck with doin' time in the vet No need to say his name, my nigga used to slang them thangs O-Z's and kilos Heard the smack mayne He used to give me grams Never wanted to give me weight He knew my habit, had me out there, he was goin' to get blazed I respect that by me bein' an addict I was, here I had to snort about half a gram to get me a buzz Chorus-2 I got sent to the old jail, where alot of niggaz don't survive I rolled on the teir bout a quarter of five Got up early in the mornin' Four feet up old mill Guess who till rep My dogg Cheer Will He gave me five scoops, cause I just rolled in But I gave that shit away Cause my head bone bent A murder charge in three attempts What the fuck you expectin'? I'm facin' life in prison, with a leathal injection But these dick suckin' DA's They refuse the charge I rolled off B1, makin' boo-koo noise Screamin' those bitches can't hold a Soulja like me down Then my pajamas, socks and T-shirts, with a tank from uptown I ain't stay out, cause thirty days I come right back in this bitch Probation violation, gotta do a year in six I bet you dick suckers won't see me No mothafuckin' more I got big plans, ya understand? By slangin' lyrics like dope To all my people locked down, y'all be home in a second Just keep it real, and stay treal and make them bitches respect ya Chorus-3 till end