Soulja Slim - What You Came Fo lyrics

[chorus] 2x You gone get what the f** you came fo I got that sh** you wanna bust my brains fo It could be this n***a, that, n***at this, n***a that But you gone get what the f** you came fo [Soulja Slim] Yeah I'm comin 'round ya'll muthaf**in set, wit my gun in my hand Not to k** ya, just to get it off my chest like a man I use ta, f** wit cha, now I gives a f** about ya Tryna jack a jacker?, b**h I'll blow ya mama house up You know how we do, them 3rd ward n***a Don't f** wit Soulja Slim, I gotta grave yard n***a They say ya'll n***as gettin beside yourself Ya playin wit cha life gone jeprodize ya'self I'ma natural born, hustla hitta, go getta, 6 Co' fa Sho n***a, whoa n***a, you aint sayin nothin I'm sprayin somethin, I'm willin to die behind mine My AK pump the party, that's my Partners n Crime If you only knew, what goes on in my mind I see murder, and do murder, f** it, I'm "Trapped in Crime" It's kinda hard for me, to walk a straight line I'd rather give a n***a somethin 'fore I let em take mine [chorus] [Trenity] I heard these n***as wanna murder me, bury me, carry me, back to the grave Was first, bein in a hearse, or bein in a cell block packed wit the slaves Get smacked in the face, tried to see my body stacked in the case A lack of the trace, I don't never get out tracked in a race Cause I'm that n***a that learned to respect the game that my ho's gave me And aint no need of me livin for God cause I know heaven can't take me And the devil can't make me, Not prison or them bullets can break me I done went from leg wounds to the head wounds, what you been thru lately? I tried to be down to earth but it's like I'm slowly fallin off it I'm by the bridge awaitin hell, but I'm ready to walk across it Let-a-n***a-chalk-it, let it come and find the human target Cause n***a I married the game and we left 4 blood stains at the Paupet And I'm still lost to the world, but if you wants it come and get me But I aint that n***a to be sittin around thinkin bout what you did me This n***a done bent me, this b**h gone fell me all in his kidney b**h I'ma soulja for life and I'm too real for you to sell or rent me [chorus] [12 O'Klock] Papa was a rollin stone, had a hat filled wit dice Taught me "Son get yo own, give no ho your life" Thru struggle, there's progress, I'ma livin testimony I went to Range Rovers and writin checks, when I Started out as a junkey, f** Love! I don't trust love, I don't need love in this picture Cause the one you choose to love, no doubt, will be the one to get cha Actin off of impulse, is a weakness fools keep (damn fools) Thinkin wit the index finger, gets many put to sleep What goes around comes around, I don't believe that friend Cause if you let me get you now, I'm bound to strike again How you live is how you die, that's words of the good book But I was born into this sin, So I guess I'ma die a crook A man that stands for nothin, falls for anything, and A man that stands for somethin, calls for many things Me, I'm like Clint Eastwood, wanna Fist Full of Dollars f** the b**hes, f** the fame, just give me the power [chorus] until end