What Cha Mean Lyrics

What Cha Mean lyrics

Fiend] 

 What up out there kenfo 

 This be Fiend coming at like this here here 

 I brought a couple of my people with me 

 Fiend, Mac, Soulja Slim, Kane and Abel 

 A couple of No Limit soldiers to help me out with this here 

  

 Chorus 

 What cha mean, mean, heard about 

 Soldiers got some daily clout 

 Slangin in the dirty south 

 What we really worried about x2 

  

 [Soulja Slim] 

 (Peep this shit) I know you heard about this nigga from the 3rd  

 Raw, then a uncut bird with bad tempers and bad nerves 

 Serve, dope to a dope fiend gotta get more cream 

 than the rest of the dealers 

 Every nigga that I fuck with gotta be from killas 

 Fill up in this shit, that was ever smokin, you can catch me smokin 

 On some shit that will have me broken, (cough cough),  

 I'm so high, I can ride, barely need to slug some dealing 

 No optimos, no keep moving, fuck it, pass the feeling 

 Real niggas feel me, cause I'm bout as real as it get 

 Son or stranger, no love for that studio shit 

 All my little partners gone, I'll be damned if I G-O 

 But if I do I'll grab my gun shoot like and pull let em know 

  

 Chorus x2 

  

 [Kane & Abel] 

 You know I'm from the ghetto, hit the glock 

 and pop my shots clean up your block 

 Red beam, maintain my aim, bullet holes in your brain 

 When I stop that motherfucking clock, Kane 

 Usual suspect, down south niggas bout respect 

 Choppin off slugs like a mailman in a corvette 

 like the weed when i lower my tek 

 Niggas is seeking, pump down like bricks, in the trunk of the 626 

 Is something you hate cause your boy 

 just got flipped, AK with a strong clip 

 In the hood I bust you with the tank, 

 in the pen I trust you with the shank 

 My mind go blank, I'm a soldier smokin dank 

 all the way to the motherfucking bank 

  

 Chorus x2 

  

 [Mac] 

 Now what yall mean, niggas on my team 

 they all about the cream  

 And my enemies, we take it to the street 

 to get the green, knowa mean 

 Came here with Slim, Mac and Fiend 

 I still scream WOAH!   

 In the drop where my nigga walk 

 runnin from the cop who was trying to meet his quota 

 I'm young and I'm black, I'm a soldier 

 so he thinking I'm slanging that baking soda 

 You ain't heard about, nigga from that dirty south 

 where the po-po's scout 

 Everybody, everybody that knows what your bout 

 won't leave your house 

 Cause at night, nigga freaks come out 

 Grab your gat with that extra clip cause if you catch us slippin  

 You might connect the grip 

 shots there cut up strip bout a couple of ship 

 Like the peoples in summertime agent trip 

 Lets take a trip to the land where the niggas 

 do the murderman dance on their enemies 

 And fake niggas pretend to be a, they be them friends of me 

 Woah, slow your roll and daddy I'm camoflauged 

 I'm psycho warden I stay on my guard and bitch I never die 

  

 Chorus x2 

  

 [Fiend] 

 What the world don't know is I'm a hurt 

 A soldier without a pause 

 I'm prayin about cause, break jaws and all laws 

 My bullet scars didn't heal, my tatoos reveal 

 Bout to ride explain a million of hostile 

 The burn feels like almost a step from death 

 Fuck spending lives, I barely leave a minute of breath 

 I'm set, families with teks, release my stress in thier chest 

 Wouldn't know where I'd be without my god and my vest 

 Killers, we the best fuck all the rest, here hit the cess 

 Snort, c'mon the test 

 with the charge the best, cause I open your chest 

 God bless, I made my way back so I can say that 

 Me too whatever, should have known that Fiend believe in payback 

 Do it for haystacks, me, Slim, twins, and Mac 

 Gotta attack, with the jest to ask, deftly in the act 

 I doubt that, I'm strange cause I'm with the right change 

 After soldier consediration, I'm the live range 

  

 Chorus x4