From What I Was Told

[Intro]
What's happenin' big baby?
You know what's happenin' dog
They ain't gon' like this here, ya heard me?
They ain't gon' like, you know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck 'em, ya heard me?

[Chorus]
From what I was told, niggas say I'mma hit No Limit like
Pac hit Death Row and make some money out the asshole
And blow, up like the world trade, and be
Protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades

[Verse 1]
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 then the Desire Projects
I run with steel object totin', niggas that smoke potent
Watchin' me and they back scopin', outta all soulja haters
Quick Draw McGraw niggas see ya later, cradle to the grave ya
Ya 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 nah Smith and Wesson, only Glocks and street machines
With infer beams, you know what I mean? Fully automatic things
Light up the scene and break camp like Carl Lewis, nothin' but gun smoke
Is all ya smell, niggas lying dead on bullets and shells
My people dwells to Uptown where the shit goes down
Shot callers and big ballers, and smugglers know
And doo-doo brown, Beats By The Pound, somethin' you could smoke to
Flavors like jambalaya, red beans, rice, gumbo and stew
My little one said "It's All on You" and "Chopper City"
Run up the clique, clan, and posse, ain't no stoppin' my Comitty
Shit's bigger then me, Nino Black, [?] and Tre-Nitty, ya feelin' me?

[Chorus]
From what I was told, niggas say I'mma hit No Limit like
Pac hit Death Row and make some money out the asshole
And blow, up like the world trade, and be
Protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades

[Verse 2]
Incarceration had me real impatient, I was local until ya
Heard me on Down South Hustlers, it was nation
That Soulja shit is my creation, is it real? Yeah, 'cause
Niggas wearin' Soulja rags and shit keepin' it trill
My reservation is to make some mills and stay independent
Stay wearin' girbauds and polos, and soulja 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 forty with black Talon bullets in the chamber
Wait to be released and decease fake ass emcees
Niggas best freeze 'cause I squeeze gats and burn to the third degree
Make you wonder will you ever breathe again like Toni Braxton
Leave ya skull fractured, about more action than Jackson, you betta' ask somebody that know me
If they real they gon' tell ya 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 nigga 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 out, the windows fogged up and the system all the way pumped
Everything we drop be fire, don't nothin' be bonk

[Chorus]
From what I was told, niggas say I'mma hit No Limit like
Pac hit Death Row and make some money out the asshole
And blow, up like the world trade, and be
Protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades

[Verse 3]
I was a weed fiend, dope fiend, and coke fiend with low key
And I was on the come-up move when U.N.L.V
Used to rock the Club Forty-Nine, back in ninety-three
Hoes was givin' me love, niggas givin' me daps and hugs
Souljas respect souljas, and souljas respect thugs
Thugs gotta respect souljas, if they don't want they life to be over
Brought to a closin', ain't nothin' changed but the name when ya say Soulja
Mean Magnolia, ya got that? And me keep me Glock forty cocked back
Hoes jock that, when a nigga be all the way real
Only thing they want is the dope dick appeal but I don't fuck around no more
And only saw me like that you little clown ass hoe
If my flow was a gun, bitch you would run when you hear me come from the head
Every lyric is a bullet, fuck ya up with some of this shit I said
In ninety-five nigga left for me dead but I didn't die
And some of the souljas die, they only multiply
God left me alive, so I can 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 and my community
'Cause nowadays niggas got guns and shit screamin' out unity
Motherfuck a nigga bluesin' me, that's something I can't go for
I done signed the contract, shut the studio door
[door slam]