Soulja Slim - Souljas On My Feet lyrics

[Hook] I'ma roll to the rhythm and just bump to the beat And stomp with my motherf**ing Souljas on my feet [Verse 1] Pay close attention, bow, face Hold up my n***a, I'm stringing up my shoe lace of my Black Soulja Reeboks, I been through some sh** with 'em Gotta fresh pair when it's time to bust a fit with 'em And they hitting for 70 don't never say them b**hes cheap And if they go on sell that whole 'Nolia goin make that creep And if a n***a got stomped in the dance That 'Nolia got the charge cause we never used our hands We left the Reebok print in a n***a face get bucked up off that boot up sh** Now who the b**h in the hospital Colors in the colors on the motherf**in nautical So put it in a article cause I know y'all never seen nothing like that n***a getting stomped by the whole Magnolia Soulja's b**h I thought I told ya The last time in my last rhyme when I used to kick it 49 But now chilling, f**ing with this hoe call herself a villain And they call her brother big dope dealing Troy, he got that boy Slanging it by the zips but keep two Glocks by his motherf**ing hips I went to kickin with em' He said "Boys," he ain't believe in that His f**in boys was his motherf**ing gats I called Joe Will and Duck cuz yo they bout some capers I could see it, it's so easy he's bout to make us Do a 211 with a chrome AK-47 and the Mac-9, and a 38 I see you in heaven But yo I'm stunting cause hell is where I'm going I could see myself getting it right now [Hook] [Interlude] Damn, I forgot the rest of that motherf**ing verse man You understand KL, I forgot the rest of the verse Oh I got it, I got it Here it is [Verse 2] Look I'm stringing up my Souljas real tight Cause ain't no telling what goes on, when a n***a's on the flight, aight Some n***as running through the cut with K's and sh** Representing they f**ing self like Warren Mays and sh** And, I'm trying to get some shelter Cause ain't no motherf**in hallway gon' help ya Ya know nephew, but them souljas was ready for that so went to banging back I seen the K Logga Black had Actin bad like that bih was mac And I'm duckin' and dodgin' Gla** went in my f**ing hand I caught some shelter, my Souljas, they was full of sand The house I'm in, this n***a said he had a Glock But them n***as got K's, I'm start poppin' when them n***as stop And try to get to their getaway car Look here, that b**h better not be far Cause if it is, the after effect ain't gonna be nothing nice I started popping n***a got spooked, dropped his merchandise Trying to run from a gun but he couldn't make it home Caught up with him, bust that b**h upside his f**ing dome With the pistol, and whistle down to the court and say "I got him" With a white t-shirt and a white pair of souljas how couldn't I spot him? Now I got him on his knees begging me please Not to pump him, all us gathered round and we stomped him And left 'em stanking in the 6th street circle In less than ten minutes, that n***a turned green and purple Now them Souljas wanted for manslaughter It's the year 2002, I could afford me a lawyer [Hook]