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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 will 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 
Mines 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 
No Limit bring me 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 fake 
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 till 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 ? town 
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

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