Another Homicide

Man, I heard
What we need to do is to hop up in the Nova and ride on them hoe ass niggas
Them two-one-three niggas coming down here trying to run shit
I think it's time we blow then niggas up
Foe sho, in the the eight oh five

I bring more bad luck than a black cat
Ride around with my hand on my fucking strap
In the eight oh fifth
We bring niggas hats
In the eight oh fifth
We peel niggas caps
I put niggas in the body bag
Send to the mortuary toe tagged
Hit them up move them out
You true to us, It get crazy, what cha think about
Cuz, it's niggas like y'all
Make a nigga want to go AWOL
Player hating because your hoe want to give up the draws
Mad because I bang all your hoe walls, huh
In this town best realize
Leave that ass waist down paralyzed
Just in case got to get legalized
Put away the strap
Wait until it's time to rise
Until we shut them down

Do you remember the first day
When everybody got there first pair of chucks
With they mother fucking dickies
Creased down to their mother fucking tucks
And if you lucky nigga you might just get struck
With that three-fifty-seven or that Mini-Mack eleven
I remember back in nine-teen ninety-four
When everyone started growing their crop
Went from throwing rocks at trains
To running from the mother fucking cops
See I don't know why
Now there our money comes in bundles
But The way I see it
Throw a ski mask over your nose and eyes
And I am getting ready to bang and ride
For the eight oh five

True niggas live bitch niggas die die
When it's another homicide
Eight oh five
True niggas live bitch niggas die die
When it's another homicide
Playa hating bitches going to die when we ride
True niggas live bitch niggas die die
When it's another homicide
These bitch's going to die, these bitch's going to die
These bitch's going to die, these bitch's going to die

It's the E S C and Prophesy
Pulling hoes dramatically
Here's a message for my enemy
Watch your girl she's sleeping with me
If you're a hater, I see you later
I'm all about my paper
I can't lie about being a playa
I will make a soulja out of a scrub
Turn a coward into a thug
Lay you out like a rug
Squash you like a bug
Now what
You want to see me
You better prepare to go to war because I'm packing my artillery
Soulja Style is my family now imagine me
At the players ball standing tall
Real soldiers don't fall
Last words when I die
Fuck all ya
Quick to swarm my enemy
The eight oh five
And Prophesy
Rough is how you made me
Busters be curious like that monkey George
Peaking they head in and out of doors
Don't let me find out or I am taking yours
Hit the floor bucking away all my clips but I still got more
You versus me is a miss match
At the first sound of the bell, you collapse
Perhaps, you were just putting on an act
Telling all your friends you were all that when in fact
You ain't shit but a fraidy-cat

I interpret game
At a young age
I been playing bitches since the very first grade
In the eight oh five it ain't no joke
You hate on the fifth and might just get smoked
I'm that nigga creeping with the umm
Blue rag Blue rag
Keep it in the trunk of my what, umm
Cadillac 72 my rider
Coming down the street with the fitted hat turn side ways
Playa hating bitches going to die
When it's another homicide

Eight oh five
True niggas live bitch niggas die die
When it's another homicide
Eight oh five
True niggas live bitch niggas die die
When it's another homicide
Playa hating bitches going to die when we ride
True niggas live bitch niggas die die
When it's another homicide
These bitch's going to die, these bitch's going to die
These bitch's going to die, these bitch's going to die