Correction Lyrics Soul Keeper by Young Nudy

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You f**k n***as better stand the f**k up for your motherf**kin' zone, you b*t*h
You ain't stand up for what you doin', then n***a, what the f**k you doin' it for, f**k n***a?
f**k wrong with you, n***a?
And you gotta feed your family regardless, f**k n***a
You know me, huh? (COUPE)
Y'all n***as be talkin' too much, I don't do that
You know what's up with me, n***a, yeah
EA them, haha, slime, SB, yeah, PDE

Run like a track meet, I chase you down, b*t*h n***a
How do I feel? Like hittin' a stick, I might just kill a n***a (Yeah)
Kill him and his partner evidence, you know I spin, n***a (Yeah)
Get rid of rich n***as, yeah, I take sh*t, n***a (Uh-huh)
Never been a hater, I make money, I'm a motivator
f**kin' all these b*t*hes 'cause they f**k with me 'cause I got paper
And exotic in my body, smokin' on Miyagi (Ooh)
And I'm choppin' up this brick likе I do karate (Do karate)
I might trick a country boy and sell him clеan, n***a, I got it (n***a, I got it)
So much baking soda in that sh*t, you know I love the profit (Yeah, yeah)
And I like to stack up all this sh*t and add it up, I got it (Yeah, I got it)
Two months, b*t*h, I just made 'bout five hundred thousand (Five hundred thousand)
That's just off features, b*t*h, now don't think we is equal (We not equal)

I just made 'bout one-fifty off of reefer (Yeah)
And I smoke it, I'm a chiefer (Yeah)
And I put my army on a lick, gotta feed my people (Yeah, yeah)
When it come to that money, you know I am evil (Uh-huh)
Stick talk, the grim reaper (Stick talk)
Sweep you off your feet, I like that street sweeper (Street sweeper)
In your dreams with MAC-90s, jeepers creepers (Uh-huh)
Smoke your ass just like this reefer (Smoke you)
9-1-1, he tryna call them people, popped at all his people
Showed that motherf**ker we not beefin', you know how we eatin' (How we eatin')
I don't like to beef with pu**y n***as if I ain't got no reason (Got no reason)

Shoot you in your heart, no c*ck-back, pu**y n***a, know I squeeze it (Uh-uh)
I don't need no backup, thirty round, yes, I do keep it (Do keep it)
Take me a deep breath, exhale, start squeezin' (Baow)
Shoot that motherf**ker 'til I see that n***a not breathin'
And I put on stunna frames so these n***as cannot see me (Yeah)
Sit behind this black tint, black stick get to squeezin' (Yeah)
Thinkin' 'bout some crazy sh*t, take somethin', n***a, know we beefin'
n***a took somethin' from me, dawg, it's smoke, n***a, at Four Season
Shout out to the Hamp, they the only gang I know that squeezed it
We were beefin' for no reason
They went down the street, we like, "f**k that sh*t, let's get to squeezin'"
Now we strike the beef, we eatin'
And I f**k with a couple real Crip n***as from Four Season
And my dawgs, they passed on Boulevard, gang out for no reason
And we from the Eastside and we handle straps, you better believe it
Thirty on us, n***a can see
Throw this sh*t up, big-ass B
Throwin' up the pyramid
You know where I'm from, I'm PDE
'Til the day I D-I-E, you n***as cannot f**k with me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I got your b*t*h, she on my T-I-P (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rubber on, no Eazy E (Damn)
b*t*hes know it's M-O-E (What?)
I ain't stuntin' no M-O-B
Money over everything when this sh*t come to me

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