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letra de born a souljah - kastro & edi

[intro: young n0ble & e.d.i.]
outlaw
you know
get it right young [?]
another lesson in life

[verse 1: young n0ble]
when i spit now n-ggas say i rip too hard
when mom duke was six months she said i kicked too hard (she said i kicked too hard)
like i was already ready to flip
before the umbilical cord was clipped
been in a war for this, outlawz is strength play by the rules and die
the fools reply to you and i use ya eye this third one
and we gon’ make sure that whole f-ckin’ jerz’ come
cause havoc to the outlawz is [?]
wild young savage she was raised like that
don’t f-ck with me or my peeps, we don’t play likе that
you can have that stank b-tch we don’t hate likе that
novakane, i spit raps now that taste like crack
no i take that back, n-gga they taste like blood
to a full blooded pit who was raised with thugs
taste the slugs, n-ggas can taste the love
world full of cold hearts been a soujah from the start

[chorus: young n0ble & e.d.i.]
yo, i was born a souljah with my back against the wall
and dog we learned to crawl to run from the law
yo i was born a souljah, since age two game soaker
and i’m still a souljah even when this game’s over
yo, i was born a souljah moms kicked me out the cot
now i’m stickin’ to the block, f-ck prison and the cops
man i was born a souljah, it’s hard time on mine
cryin’ for mine yo until it’s my time to shine
[verse 2: e.d.i.]
do something maf-cka i’m tryna get me a taste
and you standin’ in the way i’m sittin’ thick in the chase
i’m also sick filled with hate, now i’m stuck on comin’ up
i give a f-ck if you tough, hick up, you gettin’ bust
we bout to make y’all n-ggas live up to that hard talk
outlaw monopoly we want it all plus boardwalk
watch how the label and sh-t launch off
from out of nowhere we gettin’ dough huh bruh?
f-ck y’all n-ggas thaught we was some ho’s or suh’n?
ordinary rappers in they videos frontin’?
h-ll no, that ain’t us, them n-ggas they ain’t us
i’m sick similar to dusk splittin’ yo’ chips up
born soldiers not like the kind you see on tv
no not them n-ggas that think they makaveli
them n-ggas that’s in the streets doin’ they thug thang
survive in the game, yellin’ f-ck the fame!

[chorus: young n0ble & e.d.i.]
yo, i was born a souljah with my back against the wall
and dog we learned to crawl (you know) to run from the law
yo i was born a souljah, since age two game soaker
and i’m still a souljah even when this game’s over
yo, i was born a souljah moms kicked me out the cot
now i’m stickin’ to the block, f-ck prison and the cops
man i was born a souljah, it’s hard time on mine
but i’m cryin’ for mine yo until it’s my time to shine
[verse 3: h-llraza & napoleon]
play’s p-ssy and get f-cked n-gga what you expect?
stay close to me in case you gotta pass the tec
i’ve been up all week roastin’ off his death
i’m ready to leak three in the punk n-ggas chest
when you see me it ain’t gon’ be no time left
far as i know you brainless, rappin’ makin’ no sense (a’ight)
i’m stainless walkin’ can’t nothin’ stick to me
some say ’em ho’s but i (yeah!) shoot straight through you
the outlawz’ll rise so kick back shut up
for i put something in yo’ stomach you can’t spit up
mothaf-ck the police ’cause i ain’t sittin’ in jail
i’d rather bust ’em in the vest so heavily waitin’ for h-ll
so i walk like a k!lla, think like a k!lla
jerzey mob n-gga east coast gang member
the money or my present i’ma lose my mind
in the same room as me i might bust my nine
i’ma pull masa tie one over the muzzle
pretend you had to have it, now you bout to get f-cked
it’s a chess game leave you chestless got a nice aim
press less fool he breathless from a twelve gauge

[chorus: young n0ble, e.d.i. & yukmouth]
yo, i was born a souljah with my back against the wall
and dog we learned to crawl to run (uh huh) from the law
i was born a souljah, since age two game soaker
and i’m still a souljah even when this game’s over
yo, i was born a souljah moms kicked me out the cot
now i’m stickin’ to the block, (you know!) f-ck prison and the cops
yo i was born a souljah, it’s hard time on mine
cryin’ for mine (b-tch!) huh until it’s (biiitch!) my time to shine
[verse 4: yukmouth]
what the thug lord all mighty
the illest criminal with a pistol the most sheisty
millionaires, britley hustlers and boss players wish they was like me
dragon piece, platinum t–th, icey
the most thugged out, wear the same sh-t for weeks, b-tch the most grimey
acne faced ugly as f-ck with mo’ b-tches than ice t
feds talk to snitches tied my phone to indict me
n-ggas kite me from prison, showed me what that bgf life be
[?] we are takin’ your kids and wifey
’cause you ain’t never met a n-gga like me

- kastro edi

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