Young Nudy - Soul Keeper lyrics

You fuck niggas better stand the fuck
Up for your motherfuckin' zone, you bitch
You ain't stand up for what you doin', then
Nigga, what the fuck you doin' it for
Fuck nigga? Fuck wrong with you, nigga?
And you gotta feed your family regardless
Fuck nigga you know me, huh? (COUPE)
Y'all niggas be talkin' too much
I don't do that
You know what's up with me, nigga, yeah
EA them, haha, slime, SB, yeah, PDE

Run like a track meet, I chase you down
Bitch nigga
How do I feel? Like hittin' a stick
I might just kill a nigga (yeah)
Kill him and his partner evidence
You know I spin, nigga
(yeah)
Get rid of rich niggas, yeah, I take shit
Nigga (Uh, huh)


Never been a hater, I make money
I'm a motivator
Fuckin' all these bitches 'cause they fuck
With me 'cause I got paper
And exotic in my body, smokin' on Miyagi
(O oh) and I'm choppin' up this brick
Likе I do karate (Do karate)
I might trick a country boy
And sell him clеan, nigga, i got it
(Nigga, I got it)
So much baking soda in that shit
You know I love the profit (yeah, yeah)
And I like to stack up all
This shit and add it up, i got it
(yeah, I got it) two months, bitch
I just made 'bout five hundred thousand
(Five hundred thousand)
That's just off features, bitch
Now don't think we is equal (We not equal)

I just made 'bout one-fifty off of reefer
(yeah) and I smoke it, I'm a chiefer (yeah)
And I put my army on a lick
Gotta feed my people (yeah, yeah)
When it come to that money
You know I am evil (Uh, huh)
Stick talk, the grim reaper (Stick talk)
Sweep you off your feet
I like that street sweeper (Street sweeper)
In your dreams with MAC-90s, jeepers creepers
(Uh, huh)
Smoke your ass just like this reefer
(Smoke you)
9-1-1, he tryna call them people
Popped at all his people
Showed that motherfucker we not beefin'
You know how we eatin' (How we eatin')
I don't like to beef with pussy niggas
If I ain't got no reason (Got no reason)

Shoot you in your heart, no
Cock back, pussy nigga, know I squeeze it
(Uh, uh)
I don't need no backup, thirty round, yes
I do keep it (Do keep it)
Take me a deep breath, exhale
Start squeezin' (Baow)
Shoot that motherfucker 'til I see
That nigga not breathin'
And I put on stunna frames so
These niggas cannot see me (yeah)
Sit behind this black tint
Black stick get to squeezin' (yeah)
Thinkin' 'bout some crazy shit
Take somethin', nigga, know we beefin'
Nigga took somethin' from me
Dawg, it's smoke, nigga, at Four Season
Shout out to the Hamp
They the only gang I know that squeezed it
We were beefin' for no reason
They went down the street, we
Like, "Fuck that shit
Let's get to squeezin'"
Now we strike the beef, we eatin'
And I fuck with a couple real
Crip niggas from Four Season
And my dawgs, they passed on Boulevard
Gang out for no reason
And we from the Eastside
And we handle straps, you better believe it
Thirty on us, nigga can see
Throw this shit up, big-ass B
Throwin' up the pyramid
You know where I'm from, I'm PDE
'Til the day I D-IE
You niggas cannot fuck with me
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I got your bitch, she on my T-IP
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rubber on, no Eazy E (Damn)
Bitches know it's M-O-E (What?)
I ain't stuntin' no M-O-B
Money over everything when this
Shit come to me

I just made 'bout one-fifty off of reefer
(yeah) and I smoke it, I'm a chiefer (yeah)
And I put my army on a lick
Gotta feed my people (yeah, yeah)
When it come to that money
You know I am evil (Uh, huh)
Stick talk, the grim reaper (Stick talk)
Sweep you off your feet
I like that street sweeper (Street sweeper)
In your dreams with MAC-90s, jeepers creepers
(Uh, huh)
Smoke your ass just like this reefer
(Smoke you)
9-1-1, he tryna call them people
Popped at all his people
Showed that motherfucker we not beefin'
You know how we eatin' (How we eatin')
I don't like to beef with pussy niggas
If I ain't got no reason (Got no reason)