Soulja Slim - U Bootin Up lyrics

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Soulja Slim - U Bootin Up lyrics

[Hook] You bootin up, you bootin up n***a, you bootin up, ha You bootin up, you bootin up n***a, you bootin up I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya [Soulja Slim] Soulja, soulja tell me how you do it First you need Dani for some cut throat music I'mma give you the game n***a peep this out Just put ya mask on ya face just let 'em see ya mouth This original, down south bounce sh** Gotta give it up to T Tucker who invented the sh** Rest in peace to DJ Irve you had them trigga mans locked I was to young to go and ghost so I was standin outside That was way back then, when I was sellin rocks Bounce was the sh** then n***as gave me my props I'mma six court n***a, Magnolia n***a They beefin on LaSelle and they beefin on Willow mayne f** them n***as, they ain't talkin bout nothin They don't feel how I feel bout my projects, they stuntin I aim it at ya head and let this b**h off Juvenile is my dawg and thats how we set it off [Bridge:Soulja Slim (Juvenile)]X4 Whodi (Wa**up) I got a k' (Wa**up) And I don't play (Wa**up) Yea [Juvenile] I ain't too fine in f**in wit n***as, cuz most of them hoes They get exposed, clipped and flipped in the road Burn him and his car and his clothes Know some k**as that'll provide me with help But thats not really necessary, Juve wildin' hisself So where ya going, wa**up, hope it ain't outside son Look I don't jot a foot in the club without my gun I'mma boss wit these hoes, n***as can stop my fun Cheese eataz gon run and go tell the cops what I done If I don't like ya, I'll fight ya, I'll cut ya I'll k** ya, in fact, I'll show ya hoes how a guerilla could act Me, Slim and Wack carry the hood on our back ya understand me I do this for love my area my family I'll k** ya mami, is ya speakin my spanish Kidnap her a** from Tammies, you cry and she vanish Asked my god moma Janice, ya boy been mannish Even when my daddy went frantic, I still wouldn't panic [Hook] [Soulja Slim] I heard Krazy wan' k** me, and Silk want fight But I've been doin that duck type sh** all my life No, I don't know karate, herb and some silky draws You located in Victoria Secret full of bras You don't want none of me, keep it in the studio Take it to the streets and I'ma really prove that you's a ho I wasn't gon' f** wit ya on the strength C (C-Murder) But now I'mma f** over ya on the strength of P (Master P) I been ready to die, you ain't ready to die I got shot when I was 17 now I'm 25 I don't give a f** n***a, I don't give a f** n***a I don't give a f** n***a, I don't give a f** n***a I'mma soulja and yall fake n***as Cuz I'mma soulja and yall fake n***as Cuz I'mma real soulja and yall fake n***as Cuz I'mma soulja and yall fake n***as [Juvenile] I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to ya

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