(*talking*)
Yeah, it's a different year, you heard me
It's a different year, uh
[Hook - 2x]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
n**** yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
n**** yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm that n****, n**** f*** what you talking bout
[Soulja Slim]
You checking my status, ain't you
I'm a Down South n****, I'm a hell of a gangsta
I got em f***** up, they gon know how I do it
I'm always known, for making cut throat music
I don't f*** around with him, he too d*** in the booty
If I say the n**** name, then he'd prolly sue me
He hurting I'm rolling now, then keep it real
Making me or you, show me how
Stole the game, from the b**** n**** like that
There's over one million ways, you could get jacked
Well I'm a street jack artist, I can respect that
That's like me and you hitting a lick, you shoot me in my back
You f****** with the wrong n****, I'm telling you
Shadow your m************ image, make it hell for you
You might feel I'm over due, well come and get me
I keep my heater on me, burn a n**** crispy, make him history
[Hook - 2x]
[Soulja Slim]
Second verse is worse than the first, your people
Need a corner rebirth, and order a box of white t-shirts
I'ma knock your a** off, I ain't the last Don
I'm the last Dog, one in the manger was under the Nolia
n**** never could take over Magnolia, Slim here to stay
n**** know why I smash, anything that's in my way
Hate I'm set tripping, you in ways round my way
If you once, you should know how I handle a AK
Respect me, live by the trigga die by it
Every n**** from New Orleans, keep a gat up on they side
Stay the f*** from round my Bentley, yeah I use to get high
Your b**** told me you say that, after I nutted in her eye
Big girls don't cry, here's a towel wipe your face
Let him know and know he a rat, and he got f***** up stay
Only thing you could do, is suck a n**** d***
Us Cut Throat n*****, keep another n**** b****
[Hook - 2x]
[Soulja Slim]
You see, this s*** ain't nothing to me
If it wasn't for this, I'd be still in the street
f*** I'm talking bout, stuck in the street 24-7
Pulled up on the AVE., n**** sold me a Mack 11
That's a throwback gat, gotta stamp that there
Give him dollas, and he can have that there
Make sho it ain't broke, and nothing wrong with the pin
I walked on back, and let ten off in the wind
Dog this ain't fully, he done filed it down
Soldier haters please, just hate me now
I'm Jump-Sly Slim, don't jock my style
You wanna be like me, but you don't know how
The first thang be original, cause if
You get your own style, n**** feel you mo'
And if you gotta be a man, on that river bro
n**** know, I'm a m************ genero'
[Hook - 2x]
Yeah, it's a different year, you heard me
It's a different year, uh
[Hook - 2x]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
n**** yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
n**** yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm that n****, n**** f*** what you talking bout
[Soulja Slim]
You checking my status, ain't you
I'm a Down South n****, I'm a hell of a gangsta
I got em f***** up, they gon know how I do it
I'm always known, for making cut throat music
I don't f*** around with him, he too d*** in the booty
If I say the n**** name, then he'd prolly sue me
He hurting I'm rolling now, then keep it real
Making me or you, show me how
Stole the game, from the b**** n**** like that
There's over one million ways, you could get jacked
Well I'm a street jack artist, I can respect that
That's like me and you hitting a lick, you shoot me in my back
You f****** with the wrong n****, I'm telling you
Shadow your m************ image, make it hell for you
You might feel I'm over due, well come and get me
I keep my heater on me, burn a n**** crispy, make him history
[Hook - 2x]
[Soulja Slim]
Second verse is worse than the first, your people
Need a corner rebirth, and order a box of white t-shirts
I'ma knock your a** off, I ain't the last Don
I'm the last Dog, one in the manger was under the Nolia
n**** never could take over Magnolia, Slim here to stay
n**** know why I smash, anything that's in my way
Hate I'm set tripping, you in ways round my way
If you once, you should know how I handle a AK
Respect me, live by the trigga die by it
Every n**** from New Orleans, keep a gat up on they side
Stay the f*** from round my Bentley, yeah I use to get high
Your b**** told me you say that, after I nutted in her eye
Big girls don't cry, here's a towel wipe your face
Let him know and know he a rat, and he got f***** up stay
Only thing you could do, is suck a n**** d***
Us Cut Throat n*****, keep another n**** b****
[Hook - 2x]
[Soulja Slim]
You see, this s*** ain't nothing to me
If it wasn't for this, I'd be still in the street
f*** I'm talking bout, stuck in the street 24-7
Pulled up on the AVE., n**** sold me a Mack 11
That's a throwback gat, gotta stamp that there
Give him dollas, and he can have that there
Make sho it ain't broke, and nothing wrong with the pin
I walked on back, and let ten off in the wind
Dog this ain't fully, he done filed it down
Soldier haters please, just hate me now
I'm Jump-Sly Slim, don't jock my style
You wanna be like me, but you don't know how
The first thang be original, cause if
You get your own style, n**** feel you mo'
And if you gotta be a man, on that river bro
n**** know, I'm a m************ genero'
[Hook - 2x]