Mind Of A Souljah

<br>Layzie: <br>It`s all about Mo Trues Humbly United Gathering Souls. Babi Boi, my <br>Angel, Daddy`ll meet you at the Crossroads <br>[Crossroads]. <br>Bizzy: <br>Babi Boi . . . <br>Layzie: <br>Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me. <br>[Everybody] Everybody by now you should know my label, my thugsta, <br>these things guidin` your struggles. All it is, is about <br>this hustle, whatever it takes to piece this puzzle, why declare war <br>on these fakers and haters eliminate us, traitors (...?...) <br>These are the days of our lives [lives]. Do or die, (that died to <br>Boo--he go bye) whom die they lie in the face of our society. <br>Tried a (?) attempt to quiet me, and got a nation that`s down to ride <br>with me. Here`s the deal, can I get a witness? It`s deeper <br>than survival. Who am I? My brother`s keeper? Yeah, I be clutchin` on <br>my Bible, willing to die. The wicked is near me, <br>dearly departed, but nobody hears me. `Cause we all gon` fall in <br>misery. It`s so serious, it bring tears to me. Here`s to the <br>street, like a drop to the beat, creepin` up my block. I`m already <br>knowin` a nigga wanna do me, so I stay strapped. (Don`t pose <br>for the cop), crooked cops, they gonna harass me, ask me the same ol` <br>bullshit questions, knowin` I`m a thug, (will bust a <br>gauge), keepin` a pistol in my possession, but a thuggish ruggish <br>soldier like myself gon` move on, and prevail, avoid jail, collect <br>my mill with my Bones, splittin` domes. <br>Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come <br>on, don`t make me hurt ya. Come on, come on, <br>come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that <br>bloody murder. Come on, come on, come on, come <br>on, come on, come on, come on, come on, make a move and I`ll have to <br>hurt ya. Come on, come on, come on, come on, <br>come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that bloody murder. <br>Bizzy: <br>Baby Boi . . . <br>Layzie: <br>Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me. <br>(Stick to this dance) and struggle, addicted to trouble, we never <br>goin` change. My (?), thugs, see. Soldiers, I think we must be <br>to O.G. (?) loves thee. Mama plead my family tree never helped a <br>mother come up, seen it was hard tryin` to bring her sons <br>up--they dwelled on the worse and ate nothin` for done up, comin` up, <br>made it, eternal, in the struggle. Thank God. I`m a <br>count my blessin`, trouble but never no stressin`, just started a <br>lesson, `cause life will be runnin` that test and better off in a <br>cell. <br>See a nigga walkin` the streets, and they label us foolish. Trouble <br>`cause I always knew this, while the rest of my days I livin` in <br>Ruthless. Fuck what you`re thinkin`, law, my Judge is up Heaven. Look <br>at my stomach and see the "7," even scares us how <br>I`m bailin`, rebellin`, tellin` y`all nothin` but a soldier tell, <br>critic can kiss my ass. I might go to thinkin` about my past, get mad, <br>I <br>reach in my stash and blast. Fuck all y`all that treated a nigga like <br>we wasn`t shit, and soon as we hit, now what do we get? <br>These fake-ass niggas tryin` to get in our click, all on our dick, but <br>you can miss me, actin` phony in my presence, love it or <br>leave it. You can`t believe it. It ain`t that season. Get to steppin`, <br>hater. <br>Only Mo Thug allowed, say it loud, Mo Thug and I`m proud. Mo Thug and <br>I`m proud. <br>Loud! Proud! Loud! Proud! <br>Bizzy: <br>Baby Boi . . . <br>Layzie: <br>Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me. <br>Better watch for the nightfall when them come, better watch out for <br>the night stormers. No light`s in sight when them run, but <br>them lights would warned ya. Caught ya slippin` up out of your game, <br>playa. Wasteland soldier, see what we facin`, chasin` <br>po-po on the hood like Jason, casin` your (?), fin to blow your <br>station instantly. Fin to be World War 3, ya can`t fuck with my <br>family, try to test a man, and we single-handedly take over your mind <br>and the rest of the planet. See, I`ll be damned if we <br>surrender, a G that`s still no pretender, put it all down, make `em <br>all remember: deep in Hell is where I`ll send ya. Welcome to <br>the Land of more indo. We smoke. We choke. You know we blaze. Break <br>out any cup with the pipe, what`s up? Parlay, <br>come around my way. Lay, keep it real. Keep it real. Peace be still, <br>time after time, can`t forget that money, man, that money, <br>man. Mo` money be on mind, bottom line. <br>Bizzy: <br>Baby Boi . . . <br>Layzie: <br>Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.