[Intro: Soulja Slim]
Man I sure don't need them dick suckers fuckin' wit me right now bro
Man I'm motherfuckin' high right now man, shhh, fuckin' wit a nigga
[Chorus]
It's hard to maintain this soulja life mentality
If it be a tragedy, them white folks come and hassle me
Gon' slam me down and wrestle me, just to put on handcuffs
Then charge me wit resistance when they told me throw my hands up
It's hard to maintain this soulja life mentality
If it be a tragedy, them white folks come and hassle me
Gon' slam me down and wrestle me, just to put on handcuffs
Then charge me wit resistance when they told me throw my hands up
[Verse 1: Soulja Slim]
Just cause I'm a black man, push a 2G Lac an
Mouth full of golds an my neck and wrist frozen
They label me a drug lord supplyin' the 3rd Ward
When I only push some Ghetto D wit Master P and my Tank Doggs
Money in the bank dawg, dem haters don' like dat
Bitch this ain't the slave days, us niggas gon' fight back
You crackers can write that all up in the magazines
Put me on a T-V screen and I'm gon' say the same things
You can call me racist, black man in this white world
I'm sick seein' sell out niggas married to these white girls
Knowin' they the enemy, can't never be no friend of me
I just get my dick sucked, nut in they mouth instantly
They ain't nothin' but freak shows, you feel thats what you need though
While you off at work or somethin' she fucked one of yo people
Now you want to kill somethin', pull of you an O. J
If you ain't got the dream team then you ain't winnin' yo case
I get all up in yo face and call you a straight house nigga
I know yo gon' press charges on me
Whip my pistol all up in yo mouth, nigga
Man I sure don't need them dick suckers fuckin' wit me right now bro
Man I'm motherfuckin' high right now man, shhh, fuckin' wit a nigga
[Chorus]
It's hard to maintain this soulja life mentality
If it be a tragedy, them white folks come and hassle me
Gon' slam me down and wrestle me, just to put on handcuffs
Then charge me wit resistance when they told me throw my hands up
It's hard to maintain this soulja life mentality
If it be a tragedy, them white folks come and hassle me
Gon' slam me down and wrestle me, just to put on handcuffs
Then charge me wit resistance when they told me throw my hands up
[Verse 1: Soulja Slim]
Just cause I'm a black man, push a 2G Lac an
Mouth full of golds an my neck and wrist frozen
They label me a drug lord supplyin' the 3rd Ward
When I only push some Ghetto D wit Master P and my Tank Doggs
Money in the bank dawg, dem haters don' like dat
Bitch this ain't the slave days, us niggas gon' fight back
You crackers can write that all up in the magazines
Put me on a T-V screen and I'm gon' say the same things
You can call me racist, black man in this white world
I'm sick seein' sell out niggas married to these white girls
Knowin' they the enemy, can't never be no friend of me
I just get my dick sucked, nut in they mouth instantly
They ain't nothin' but freak shows, you feel thats what you need though
While you off at work or somethin' she fucked one of yo people
Now you want to kill somethin', pull of you an O. J
If you ain't got the dream team then you ain't winnin' yo case
I get all up in yo face and call you a straight house nigga
I know yo gon' press charges on me
Whip my pistol all up in yo mouth, nigga
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