I Got the Hook-Up! movie - From What I was Told lyrics

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Song by Soulja Slim<br /><br>

[Talking:]<br>

Whats that big baby?<br>

You know whats sound dog<br>

They gon' like this here, ya heard me?<br>

They go like, you know what I'm sayin'?<br>

Fuck 'em<br>

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[Chorus:]<br>

From what I was told niggaz say I'm a hit No Limit like Pac,<br>

Hit Death Row and make some mon', now dance hoe<br>

And blow, up like the world trade<br>

And be protected by No Limit tanks, <br>

soldiers with K's and hand grenades<br>

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Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'<br>

Now I'm ballin', don't plan on fallin'<br>

For the world<br>

Left the furl in the dope man, on the set<br>

Cause I got plans bigger then the desire projects<br>

I run with steel object toes, niggaz that smoke coke<br>

And watch 'em in they back scopin'<br>

Outta all soldier haters<br>

Quick Draw McGraw niggaz see ya later<br>

Cradle to the grave ya<br>

Ya daddy made ya?<br>

Let's see if he can be ya savior<br>

When I cave ya chest in with me murder weapon<br>

They can't find out Smith and Wesson<br>

Only glocks and street machines with infer beams<br>

You know what I mean<br>

Fully automatic things light up the scene<br>

And break ham like Carl Lewis<br>

Nothin but gun smoke is all ya smell<br>

Niggaz lying dead on bullets and shells<br>

My people dwells to Uptown<br>

Where the shit goes down<br>

Shot callers and big ballers, mothers know<br>

And do-do brown, Beats By The Pound, somethin' you could smoke too<br>

Flavors like ? red, beans, rice, gumbo the stew<br>

My little one said its all on you, and Choppers City<br>

My ? clique clanin' posse<br>

Ain't no stoppin', my committe<br>

Shits bigger then me, Nino Black<br>

And a can of Trinity, ya feelin' me?<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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Incarceration had me real impatient<br>

I was local until ya heard me on Down South Hustlers, it was nation<br>

That told this shit is my creation<br>

Is it real, yeah, cause niggaz wearin' soldier rags and shit<br>

Keepin' it twreal<br>

My reservation is to make some mills<br>

And stay independent<br>

Stay wearin' girbauds and polos, and soldier Reebok tennis<br>

Crushed out tank on my neck<br>

Protect my chest like a vest<br>

No more coke, no more dope, just alcohol and sess<br>

Respect my rhyme because my mind is filled up with anger<br>

Sound like I got a glock for it<br>

With black ? bullets in the chamber<br>

Wait to be released and decease fake ass MC's<br>

Niggaz best freeze cause I squeeze gats and burn to the third degree<br>

Make you wonder will you ever breathe again like Toni Braxton<br>

Leave ya skull fraction, about more action than Jackson<br>

So you better ask somebody that know me<br>

If they real they gon' tell ya whats real<br>

If they fake they gon' soldier hate<br>

I can freestyle about it without makin' no mistake, ask Trey<br>

That's my compadre, a nigga that I ride with, all day<br>

Got it cocked<br>

And in the trunk bumpin' nothin' but the Beats By The Pound funk<br>

Pull that skunk out, the windows fogged up<br>

And the system all the way pumped<br>

Everything we drop be fire, don't nothin' be bunk<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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I was a weed fiend, dope fiend and coke fiend with low key<br>

And I was on the cumma move,<br>

When you and LV used to rock the club 49<br>

Back in 93<br>

Hoe was givin' me love<br>

Niggaz givin' me daps and hugs<br>

Soldiers respect soldiers, and soldiers respect thugs<br>

Thugs gotta respect soldiers, if they don't want they life to be over<br>

Brought to a closin'<br>

Ain't nothin' changed but the name<br>

When ya say soldier<br>

Mean magnolia<br>

Ya got that?<br>

And me keep me glock, for they cocked back<br>

Hoes jock that, when a nigga be all the way real<br>

Only thing they want is the dough, dick appeal<br>

But I don't fuck around no more<br>

And only saw me like that you little clown ass hoe<br>

If my flow was a gun, bitch you would run<br>

When you hear my come, from the head<br>

Every lyric is a bullet<br>

Fuckin' ya up with some of this shit I say<br>

In 95 nigga left for me dead but I didn't die<br>

And some of the soldiers die<br>

They only multiply<br>

God left me alive, so I can blow up in the world<br>

I thank the man every night for takin' me off that furly girl<br>

It gave me the opportunity to raise my son and my community<br>

Cause now a days niggaz got guns and shit<br>

Screamin' out unity<br>

Motherfuckin' nigga bruisin' me<br>

That something I can't go for<br>

I done signed the contract<br>

Shut the studio door<br>

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