Souljas (Letra)

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"Anyone contesting Tha Dogg Pound, guaranteed instant death" -> RBX

[Snoop Dogg]
It’s them Dogg House niggas wit’ them 504 Boyz
We the real McCoys
Wit’ the plastic toya
Pop, pop
Grab the glock
Cock the muthafucka, No Limit niggas, we can’t be stopped
Did you hear me?
Ya heard me
Record breakin’
Hit makin’
Can’t bake ‘em
Real estatin’
Never hatin’
Shakin’ up the game
Bringin’ the major pain
Yea nigga, we all in the same game
We enlighin’
Ignitin’
Never fightin’
And we got them muthafuckas bitin’
You fuck wit’ P, you fuckin’ wit’ me
You fuck wit Silkk, you fuckin’ wit’ me
You fuck wit’ D, you fuckin’ wit’ me
Nigga what, that’s my whole family

chorus 2x [Krazy]
What, you bitches goin’ to war now (war now)
No Limit got this rap shit on lockdown (lockdown)
Wild out, bitch niggas when we come through (come through)
I hope you wear a vest, souljas touchin’ you (touchin’ you)
I’m bustin’ you

[Master P]
I’m on the run, I head west wit’ the dogs
504, that means ball til’ u fall
I ain’t bout’ no playin’ nigga, it’s on and poppin’
You either workin’ wit’ those boys, or you out ther shortstoppin’
Now keep you eyes on the prize nigga, don’t fuck wit’ the hos
Cuz you see at night in the bricks nigga, anything goes
Now you can bulletproof you chest, and they’ll bust your head
NIgga you scared to pop, then you could get an early grave
Cuz, one time don’t worry me
I’m a third ward nigga til’ they bury me (hahaa)
Two times nigga, shut it down
It’s No Limit, we it on lock wit’ the pound

chorus 2X

[Krazy]
Fresh out the courthouse, fuck the world, I’m finally free
Ask them bitch niggas who snitch, is they ready for me
My proverbs to the tank, believe I love it
Since that "Bout’ It Bout’ It" album, I was dreamin’ of it
Ride wit’ me, through the south, as I cruise through Texas
A young soldier, wit’ about a hundred grand in my Lexus
On my way from Houston, after I scored the coke
I rather, step to jail than my family be broke
But I owe five hours, I can barely breathe
Please lord forgive me for my sins, I got kids to feed
Ain’t no nigga in the Ivory Ville givin’ me shit
They went from trick to a bitch and buy that ho a fit
But my souljas, before it’s over off top
Before I’m sayin’ to my dogs everytime the dope is chopped
Feel that, my niggas will ride wit’ me
Snoop and Master P said that they’ll die for me

Chorus til’ song ends

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Souljas (Letra)

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[master p]
You in the ghetto.. and you ain’t got no hustlin skills?
Get down and give me ten private!
(where y’all at? where y’all at? where y’all at? where y’all at?)

[chorus: master p – army drill style]
I don’t know what you’ve been told
(i don’t know what you’ve been told)
But no limit soldiers came to rock’n’roll
(but no limit soldiers came to rock’n’roll)
Where are all my whodis at?
(where are all my whodis at?)
From the north to the south to the east to the west
(from the north to the south to the east to the west)
Thugged out (one two) what we bout? (knockin boots)
Shinin it out (n.. o.. l.. i.. m-i-t!)

[master p]
Unnnnnnnnnghhhhhhh!
See i’m a thug nigga, and i was – born to die
I hang with drug dealers, that’s – ready to ride
We got beef nigga, then we – ready for war
I can’t sleep nigga til i – have my enemies heart
I’m uptown on the blocks with the bricks ba-bayyy
Fiends roll up and get fixed ba-bayyy
Fifties and doves or the bic ba-bayyy
Smoke weed with my nigga but don’t trick ba-bayyy
Now if you step to one of my niggaz, then you steppin to me
I heard you famous cat, but you don’t mean shit to me
I’m out that c-p-3 and i’m a soulja for life
And all my real niggaz wild out from left to the right

[chorus]

[master p]
(what? what?) now how the war was won (huh) on, blocks in the hood
(huh) we got enemies (what) then it’s, glocks we pulled
In god we trust nigga; i ain’t got no friends (ya heard?)
Souljarettes, they love, money and ends
You need some work? meet me in the bricks nigga
You come short? i’ma wet your shirt nigga
It’s like vietnam on the ghetto in these streets
You die how you live, the strong eat the weak
Red and blue rags for the souljas that be bangin
And warriors on the wall for the souljas left hangin
Twenty-one gun salute, for the souls on the street
And the souljas up in heaven, may you all rest in peace (ya heard me?)
Unnnnnngggggh!

[chorus]

[master p]
Them down south souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them midwest souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them east coast souljas they ain’t ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them west coast souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Don’t start no shit it won’t be no shit
Let me tell you muh’fuckers who you fuckin wit
Don’t start no shit it won’t be no shit
This no limit army’s who you fuckin wit!

Wild out.. wild out.. no limit is in and y’all out
Wild out.. wild out.. so y’all haters keep our name
Out y’all motherfuckin mouth, hahah you heard me?
Ride ride niggaz (ride ride) lah lah
(all the way to the motherfuckin top of the charts ya heard me?)
Dj’s.. hut one, hut two.. hut one, hut two
Hut one, hut two..
Dj cut the fuckin lights off cause i’m through!