Soulja Slim - Yeahh lyrics

[talking] Yeah, it's a different year, you heard me It's a different year, uh [Hook x2] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah n***a yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah n***a yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm that n***a, n***a f** what you talking bout [Soulja Slim] You checking my status, ain't you I'm a Down South n***a, I'm a hell of a gangsta I got em f**ed up, they gon know how I do it I'm always known, for making cut throat music I don't f** around with him, he too dick in the booty If I say the n***a name, then he'd prolly sue me He hurting I'm rolling now, then keep it real Making me or you, show me how Stole the game, from the b**h n***a like that There's over one million ways, you could get jacked Well I'm a street jack artist, I can respect that That's like me and you hitting a lick, you shoot me in my back You f**ing with the wrong n***a, I'm telling you Shadow your motherf**ing image, make it hell for you You might feel I'm over due, well come and get me I keep my heater on me, burn a n***a crispy, make him history [Hook x2] [Soulja Slim] Second verse is worse than the first, your people Need a corner rebirth, and order a box of white t-shirts I'ma knock your a** off, I ain't the last Don I'm the last Dog, one in the manger was under the Nolia n***a never could take over Magnolia, Slim here to stay n***a know why I smash, anything that's in my way Hate I'm set tripping, you in ways round my way If you once, you should know how I handle a AK Respect me, live by the trigga die by it Every n***a from New Orleans, keep a gat up on they side Stay the f** from round my Bentley, yeah I use to get high Your b**h told me you say that, after I nutted in her eye Big girls don't cry, here's a towel wipe your face Let him know and know he a rat, and he got f**ed up stay Only thing you could do, is s** a n***a dick Us Cut Throat n***as, keep another n***a b**h [Hook x2] [Soulja Slim] You see, this sh** ain't nothing to me If it wasn't for this, I'd be still in the street f** I'm talking bout, stuck in the street 24-7 Pulled up on the AVE., n***a sold me a Mack 11 That's a throwback gat, gotta stamp that there Give him dollas, and he can have that there Make sho it ain't broke, and nothing wrong with the pin I walked on back, and let ten off in the wind Dog this ain't fully, he done filed it down Soldier haters please, just hate me now I'm Jump-Sly Slim, don't jock my style You wanna be like me, but you don't know how The first thang be original, cause if You get your own style, n***a feel you mo' And if you gotta be a man, on that river bro n***a know, I'm a motherf**ing genero' [Hook x2]