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(feat. Arab) [Intro: Soulja Boy] Soulja Boy, Arab in the building We ending all beef right now Ya'll Niggas goin shoot by us so SHUT THE FUCK UP, NIGGA! [Soulja Boy:] Now let me tell you who the fuck I be Soulja mothafuckin B I be rep [? ] in here So get the fuck up off of me Stacks On Deck, ENT Whip doe with that palm tree Man we got the pistol Case you niggaz wanna fuck with me! I'm goin make it rain but I ain't talkin bout no money Gotta choppa on deck, and I aiming at you dummy With da rubberband chain let it hang on my neck When I get up on the mic, I puttin all you hoes in check Go for pussy ass niggaz talkin bout they want some beef I got me some Bating apes, and they try to copy me Man, sit yo ass down with the busted ass Jay's I'm the realiest in this hoe, I steal my city if you break Nigga ask about me in yo town, I'm the one who shut it down From State to State, Soulja Boy do shows and do heavy weight SongtexteI don't giva fuck, cause my clique about da action If you run up off me wrong, then my thumbs goin get the blessin Hoe you diss Arab, so I gotta get you back Nigga I heard all yo songs and every song I heard was wack So isn't lust the night, then let it go And when they cut the lights on, you other niggaz on the flo BITCH! [A-Rab:] Yo I'm fresh up out da chain, with my colors rearrange Too much ice around my neck gotta nigga feelin strange 30/30, sixty mans, nigga whatever you call it Standing in da top grands, so you know a nigga ballin 16, just a lil baby, you think it's a lie Concrete through our hood watch da red touch yo eye When I'm comin up, nigga I got five-to-five stackers And I am the bomb, bitch, like a fuckin fire-cracker Who you think you spalkin beef, blowin in yo fuckin TV And my clique will knock and down n stach ya Jay's up off ya feet I got fans everywhere, lined up to take my picture If you haters don't know me, you could ask yo lil sister Hair braided all right, and I finna hit the show You might see me in yo city cause they Rab-it on the flo All you haters, ya'll ain't even gotta buy my new CD You hear my name everywhere you go, even on TV, nigga [Soulja Boy:] Bitch ass niggas ya'll muhfuckers quit hatin nigga We goin round us and get da fuck over YAHHH BITCH YAHHH! A-C-T-I-O-N Oooh you don't want it hoe! We bout da action hoe! We bout da action hoe! We bout da action hoe! We bout da action hoe! (bitch nigga, I got me some Game, you goin get Stack On Deck THROW SOME D MOTHAFUCKA, FUCK YOU NIGGA!) [laughter and talkin] [talkin: Soulja Boy] Man I hope ya'll niggas love this shit But I was just wondering You want me to diss you so you could get a little bit mo fame Or you want me to diss you cause ya'll niggas don't like us Take dat back Till Then You don't want it hoe! You don't want it hoe! You don't want it hoe! You don't want it hoe! You don't want it hoe! You could BOO before a show as I'm a come to yo city And I'm a bring the whole mothafluckin Mississippi River YAHHH! [Laughter and talkin] I got me some Jay's I got me some Jay's I got me some Jay's I got me some Jay's AAAAHGGUHUGHAHAUHUGHUHHHH! Aus Songtexte Mania