Life Of Crime

The soul soldier, ha
 Nigga, ain't no cap in that
 Loud up them clips, ha
 Ever since that nigga died from off that side, they claim that's my fault
 Don't bring your ass outside if you ain't 'bout it, we gon' draw that white chalk
 Wrong or right, my niggas stepping, we don't really like y'all
 He play with us, we bust his fucking metal rim and turn them lights off
 I'm from the city of Savannah where we die all the time
 Shoot at your mama, kill your par'ts every time they come 'cross the line
 I feel like Soulja Slim, and 'Pac, I live the life of crime
 I'm scared to put some pennies in the streets 'cause they might drop a dime
 They think 'bout playing with Big Perc' they going in the dirt
 I'm in they section on a bike, they come to my side, I swear I'm shooting first
 This Smith & Wesson let off lights, on my life you going on a shirt
 You air my name to get some likes, on your life, you going in the dirt
 I like to fuck on her pussy every time I'm on Perc's
 I told her bend that ass over, go on and make that thing squirt
 Two double cups, I'm sipping Tech, I sipped the soda then burped
 Send my lil' nigga to the west, I make him take all they work
 He rode his bike through over, thought I tried to blow the bike off
 My niggas itching like some pests, swear they can't wait to bite y'all
 I got no love for a bitch, no, I won't never wife y'all
 So many times I walked that line, locked behind a white wall
 I got a drop on all them niggas, we gon' burn up they trap
 We on the third with hella pistols, y'all drive by then get clapped
 Don't make us pull up on y'all block then take a pic on the ave
 I put this shit in VVSs, rolling like I'm handicapped
 Ever since that nigga died from off that side, they claim that's my fault
 Don't bring your ass outside if you ain't 'bout it, we gon' draw that white chalk
 Wrong or right, my niggas stepping, we don't really like y'all
 He play with us, we bust his fucking metal rim and turn them lights off
 I'm from the city of Savannah where we die all the time
 Shoot at your mama, kill your par'ts every time they come 'cross the line
 I feel like Soulja, Slim and 'Pac, I live the life of crime
 I'm scared to put some pennies in the streets 'cause they might drop a dime
 I told them they can't hang with me 'less they get tats in they face
 Lil Icy beat a body now they got my nigga back in the cage
 I catch you slipping by the store, they put that MAC in your face
 We beat that nigga at the show, we kept our Glocks on our waists
 The way I came up from the bottom, know I got 'em amazed
 You niggas stuck inside the city, they can't get up out the maze
 I'm really God to my niggas, they come to me and pray
 I went so hard for some niggas that's not with me today
 I flew a bitch out from the port and made her eat my cock off
 Don't make us quit that, come and kick your door, don't make me get you knocked off
 The police took Lil Pluto Glock, he bounced back with a sawed-off
 Now every state a nigga go, I fuck them bitches raw dog
 See, one thing about it when you ain't got no money or shit like that
 Your brains end up on the curb
 I'm running with some real hitters, real crip niggas, real killers, and every day, we posted on the third
 Ever since that nigga died from off that side, they claim that's my fault
 Don't bring your ass outside if you ain't 'bout it, we gon' draw that white chalk
 Wrong or right, my niggas stepping, we don't really like y'all
 He play with us, we bust his fucking metal rim and turn them lights off
 I'm from the city of Savannah where we die all the time
 Shoot at your mama, kill your par'ts every time they come 'cross the line
 I feel like Soulja Slim and 'Pac, I live the life of crime
 I'm scared to put some pennies in the streets 'cause they might drop a dime