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yo they wanted a soul survivor baby then a soul survivor they'll get from out of

me tonight I be the superhuman of the whole show all these haters are doing

jumping jacks while i'm doing a push up so kick those shoes off and show me

your new socks homie screwing around with the wrong team and he is over the

edge of being screwed over looking for trouble will get you locked up in Fox River

oh yeah prison life real G's live here a house of hell don't sound good enough to

me and that's all i'll ever say motherfucker so shut the fuck up you wigger you a

digger digging for fools gold you little nigga in paris checking out my tags you fat

cop on my butt check my ass of my car for drugs wishin you would hurry the hell

up so I can get this car back on the road.

 

police all around with the holy state police From the NRA, TO THE FBI ALL THE

WAY DOWN TO THE LIVING OF THE DEA federal police hate my trash they love

a rappers little game come get me now that I'm looking like a millionaire I must be

chamillionaire from good morning but hip-hop police cant stop checking stages of

my hood always trying to bust a nigga in the ass but fuck these hoes I'm a real

motherfucking nigga from the southside bitch I hate snitches who can talk a lot of

shit so fuck you when you be calling 9-1-1 for help click in the gun magazine full

pop pop now a dead body is on the ground barry you alive and that'll be funny.