Souljas Lyrics by 504 Boyz

Souljas Lyrics

    "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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