From What I Was Told

From what I was told

**** say I'ma hit No Limit like Pac

Hit Death Row and make some money, now dance, ho

And blow up like the World Trade

And be protected by No Limit tanks

Soldiers with Ks and hand grenades

Could you recall a Soulja that used to be crawlin'?

Now I'm ballin', don't plan on fallin'

For the world

Left the furl in the dope man hand, on the set

'Cause I got plans bigger than the Desire Projects

I run with steel object totin'

**** that smoke potent

Watch 'em in they back scopin'

Outta all Soulja haters

Quick Draw McGraw, ****, see ya later

Cradle to the grave, yeah

Your daddy made ya?

Let's see if he can be ya savior

When I cave ya chest in with me murder weapon

They can't find out, Smith & Wesson

Only Glocks and street machines with infra beams

You know what I mean

Fully automatic things light up the scene

And break ham like Carl Lewis

Nothin' but gun smoke is all you smell

**** lying dead on bullets and shells

My people dwells to Uptown

Where the shit goes down

Shot callers and big ballers, mothers know

And do-do brown, Beats By The Pound

Somethin' you could smoke too

Flavors like jambalaya, red beans, rice, gumbo the stew

My little one said it's all on you in Chopper City

Run up to clique clannin' posse

Ain't no stoppin' my committe

Shit's bigger than me, Nino Black

Know they can't move Trinity, ya feelin' me?

From what I was told

**** say I'ma hit No Limit like Pac

Hit Death Row and make some money, now dance, ho

And blow up like the World Trade

And be protected by No Limit tanks

Soldiers with Ks and hand grenades

Incarceration had me real impatient

I was local until you heard me on Down South Hustlers

It was nation that told, this shit is my creation

Is it real, yeah

'Cause **** wearin' Soulja rags and shit, keepin' it real

My reservation is to make some mills and stay independent

Stay wearin' Girbauds and Polos and soldier Reebok tennis

Crushed out tank on my neck

Protect my chest like a vest

No more coke, no more dope

Just alcohol and sess

Respect my rhymes because my mind is filled up with anger

Somethin' like a Glock 40

With black talon bullets in the chamber

Wait to be released and decease fake ass MCs

**** best freeze 'cause I squeeze Gats

And burn to the third degree

Make you wonder will you ever breathe again like Toni Braxton

Leave your skull fractured, about more action than Jackson

Better ask somebody that know me

If they real they gon' tell you what's real

If they fake, they gon' Soulja hate

I can freestyle about it without makin' no mistake, ask Tre

That's my compadre

A **** that I ride with, all day

Got it cocked and in the trunk

Bumpin' nothin' but the Beats By The Pound funk

Pull that skunk, got the windows fogged up

And the system all the way pumped

Everything we drop be fire, don't nothin' be bunk

From what I was told

**** say I'ma hit No Limit like Pac

Hit Death Row and make some money, now dance, ho

And blow up like the World Trade

And be protected by No Limit tanks

Soldiers with K's and hand grenades

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

And I was on the cumma move

When UNLV used to rock the Club 49

Back in '93

Hoes givin' me love

**** givin' me daps and hugs

Soldiers respect soldiers

And soldiers respect thugs

Thugs gotta respect soldiers

If they don't want they life to be over

Brought to a closin'

Ain't nothin' changed but the name

When ya say soldier, mean Magnolia

You got that?

And me, keep my Glock 40 cocked back

Hoes jock that

When a **** be all the way real

Only thing they want is the dough, dick appeal

But I don't fuck around no more

And only saw me like that you little clown ass ho

If my flow was a gun, bitch, you would run

When you hear my come for the head

Every lyric is a bullet

Fuckin' you up with some of this shit I say

In '95, **** left for me dead but I didn't die

And some of the soldiers die

They only multiply

God left me alive, so I could blow up in the world

I thank the Man every night for takin' me off that pearly girl

It gave me the opportunity to raise my son in my community

'Cause nowadays **** got guns and shit, screamin' out unity

Motherfuckin' **** bruisin' me

That's something I can't go for

I done signed the contract, shut the studio door