[Soulja Slim/Big Ed]
Chorus
We suggest that you n*ggas don't f*ck with us
The more n*ggas you bring the more heads we bust
[Soulja Slim]
It's do or die on the streets that I roam, that I roam
That's why I never leave my gun at home, gun at home x2
[Soulja Slim]
sh*t, n*ggas not goin for the chest these days
n*ggas catch ya down bad and bust your motherf*ckin head
Put it like that, should have had your gat but n*gga you chose to slip
And the n*gga chose to let all thirty two out the extension clip
In to your dome, that news gon meet ya momma home
I'll let you slide one time cause she was full of that f*cking rum
But you wanna draw down and stunt in front of these pus*y poppers
I'm from uptown so you know I gots to get you partner
I've been doin this and you just jumped off the porch with the new jacks
And I got quick reaction to bustin back and hit somethin
f*ck the stuntin, me, myself
Im twirkin somethin and hurtin somethin
Straight dome shot, and when ya fall
Got that look on my face like f*ck em all
Then walk off with an innocent look on my face
Soon as I get to the corner, pick up the pace
Running like I'm running a race
Cause I ain't bout no more murder charge catching
Down here them people blues ya, lose you in a second
Get convicted for life, now you trying to appeal
Should have gave them a dome shot, should have played it real
I suggest you don't f*ck with us
Suggest don't f*ck with us
I suggest
Chorus x2
[Big Ed]
We some hard ass n*ggas, Big Ed and Soulja Slim
n*ggas bust at us, watch us end low and bust at them
Get out the way, kids getting hit and sh*t
Already split forty rounds and not even a half a clip
b*tches know me as the assassin, tip toe and squeezing and blasting
Camoflauge fatigue feared off in a black ski maskin
A No Limit soldier, n*gga we ain't scared to bring it
n*gga I'm tryin to leave the streets behind
And put in no wax and singing
And n*gga keep my gat trown up like ????
Trigger finger itching like crabs
Got me strapped tighter then hoes legs wrapped around me when I stab
n*gga think got more deadly so I got more gats
Totin to edge two compacts, Big Ed be puttin it down like that!
Chorus x2
[Mr. Serv-On]
It's the S to the E to the R to the V
To the O to the N to the T to the R to
The U to the N to the I to the G to the K to the A
Can't carry ya, drama marry ya
Step across this f*ckin line my tank stroll motherf*cker
I straight deal ya
Be like blasting, stepping like a f*ckin hog
Soulja Slim ya know me, Big Ed get at me dog
I'm still asking the lord to bless me
These n*ggas persist to test me
After the night, only the gangsta hell gonna accept me
I'm ready to lay my claim n*ggas know the game
Ain't sh*t changed, five hundred dollars
I'm soed up and I'm still creeping
Round the corner with my mask on
Got my gloves on, ready to get my f*cking blast on
So when you see me, n*gga bow down to this f*cking tank
You n*ggas wanna be like us but you n*ggas f*cking can't
So I'm tired of you motherf*ckers
Asking why I twist my hat and wear my colors
It's all tank love, f*ck the others
It's real n*gga (real)