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