Fiend - What Cha Mean Lyrics
[fiend]What up out there kenfoThis be fiend coming at like this here hereI brought a couple of my people with meFiend, mac, soulja slim, kane and abelA couple of no limit soldiers to help me out with this hereChorusWhat cha mean, mean, heard aboutSoldiers got some daily cloutSlangin in the dirty southWhat we really worried about x2[soulja slim](peep this shit) I know you heard about this nigga from the 3rdRaw, then a uncut bird with bad tempers and bad nervesServe, dope to a dope fiend gotta get more creamThan the rest of the dealersEvery nigga that I ***** with gotta be from killasFill up in this shit, that was ever smokin, you can catch me smokinOn some shit that will have me broken, (cough cough),Im so high, I can ride, barely need to slug some dealingNo optimos, no keep moving, ***** it, pass the feelingReal niggas feel me, cause Im bout as real as it getSon or stranger, no love for that studio shitAll my little partners gone, Ill be damned if I g-oBut if I do Ill grab my gun shoot like and pull let em knowChorus x2[kane & abel]You know Im from the ghetto, hit the glockAnd pop my shots clean up your blockRed beam, maintain my aim, bullet holes in your brainWhen I stop that mother*****ing clock, kaneUsual suspect, down south niggas bout respectChoppin off slugs like a mailman in a corvetteLike the weed when I lower my tekNiggas is seeking, pump down like bricks, in the trunk of the 626Is something you hate cause your boyJust got flipped, ak with a strong clipIn the hood I bust you with the tank,In the pen I trust you with the shankMy mind go blank, Im a soldier smokin dankAll the way to the mother*****ing bankChorus x2[mac]Now what yall mean, niggas on my teamThey all about the creamAnd my enemies, we take it to the streetTo get the green, knowa meanCame here with slim, mac and fiendI still scream woah!In the drop where my nigga walkRunnin from the cop who was trying to meet his quotaIm young and Im black, Im a soldierSo he thinking Im slanging that baking sodaYou aint heard about, nigga from that dirty southWhere the po-pos scoutEverybody, everybody that knows what your boutWont leave your houseCause at night, nigga freaks come outGrab your gat with that extra clip cause if you catch us slippinYou might connect the gripShots there cut up strip bout a couple of shipLike the peoples in summertime agent tripLets take a trip to the land where the niggasDo the murderman dance on their enemiesAnd fake niggas pretend to be a, they be them friends of meWoah, slow your roll and daddy Im camoflaugedIm psycho warden I stay on my guard and ***** I never dieChorus x2[fiend]What the world dont know is Im a hurtA soldier without a pauseIm prayin about cause, break jaws and all lawsMy bullet scars didnt heal, my tatoos revealBout to ride explain a million of hostileThe burn feels like almost a step from death***** spending lives, I barely leave a minute of breathIm set, families with teks, release my stress in thier chestWouldnt know where Id be without my God and my vestKillers, we the best ***** all the rest, here hit the cessSnort, cmon the testWith the charge the best, cause I open your chestGod bless, I made my way back so I can say thatMe too whatever, should have known that fiend believe in paybackDo it for haystacks, me, slim, twins, and macGotta attack, with the jest to ask, deftly in the actI doubt that, Im strange cause Im with the right changeAfter soldier consediration, Im the live rangeChorus x4
