What I Was Told - Dj Dow Jones, DJ EF Cuttin, Soulja Slim

Talking:

Whats that big baby?

You know whats sound dog

They gon' like this here, ya heard me?

They go like, you know what I’m sayin'?

Fuck 'em

From what I was told niggas say I’m a hit No Limit like Pac

Hit Death Row and make some mon', now dance ho

And blow, up like the world trade

And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K’s and hand grenades

Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'

Now I’m ballin', don’t plan on fallin'

For the world

Left the furl in the dope man, on the set

Cause I got plans bigger then the desire projects

I run with steel object totin', niggas that smoke potent

And watch 'em in they back scopin'

Outta all soldier haters

Quick Draw McGraw niggas see ya later

Cradle to the grave ya

Ya daddy made ya?

Let’s see if he can be ya savior

When I cave ya chest in with me murder weapon

They can’t find out Smith and Wesson

Only Glocks and street machines with infer beams

You know what I mean

Fully automatic things light up the scene

And break ham like Carl Lewis

Nothin but gun smoke is all ya smell

Niggas lying dead on bullets and shells

My people dwells to Uptown

Where the shit goes down

Shot callers and big ballers, mothers know

And do-do brown, Beats By The Pound, somethin' you could smoke too

Flavors like?

red, beans, rice, gumbo the stew

My little one said its all on you, and Choppers City

My?

clique clanin' posse

Ain’t no stoppin', my committe

Shits bigger then me, Nino Black

Trenitty, ya feelin' me?

Incarceration had me real impatient

I was local until ya heard me on Down South Hustlers, it was nation

That told this shit is my creation

Is it real, yeah, cause niggas wearin' soldier rags and shit

Keepin' it twreal

My reservation is to make some mills

And stay independent

Stay wearin' girbauds and polos, and soldier Reebok tennis

Crushed out tank on my neck

Protect my chest like a vest

No more coke, no more dope, just alcohol and sess

Respect my rhyme because my mind is filled up with anger

Sound like I got a Glock for it

With black?

bullets in the chamber

Wait to be released and decease fake ass MC’s

Niggas best freeze cause I squeeze gats and burn to the third degree

Make you wonder will you ever breathe again like Toni Braxton

Leave ya skull fraction, about more action than Jackson

So you better ask somebody that know me

If they real they gon' tell ya whats real

If they fake they gon' soldier hate

I can freestyle about it without makin' no mistake, ask Tre

That’s my compadre, a nigga that I ride with, all day

Got it cocked

And in the trunk bumpin' nothin' but the Beats By The Pound funk

Pull that skunk out, the windows fogged up

And the system all the way pumped

Everything we drop be fire, don’t nothin' be bunk

I was a weed fiend, dope fiend and coke fiend with low key

And I was on the cumma move

When UNLV used to rock the club 49

Back in 93

Ho was givin' me love

Niggas givin' me daps and hugs

Soldiers respect soldiers, and soldiers respect thugs

Thugs gotta respect soldiers, if they don’t want they life to be over

Brought to a closin'

Ain’t nothin' changed but the name

When ya say soldier

Mean magnolia

Ya got that?

And me keep me Glock, for they cocked back

Hoes jock that, when a nigga be all the way real

Only thing they want is the dough, dick appeal

But I don’t fuck around no more

And only saw me like that you little clown ass ho

If my flow was a gun, bitch you would run

When you hear my come, from the head

Every lyric is a bullet

Fuckin' ya up with some of this shit I say

In 95 nigga left for me dead but I didn’t die

And some 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 takin' me off that pearly girl

It gave me the opportunity to raise my son and my community

Cause now a days niggas got guns and shit

Screamin' out unity

Motherfuckin' nigga bruisin' me

That something I can’t go for

I done signed the contract

Shut the studio door