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Soulja Slim
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Imagine
Lyricist:Craig Bazile, Corey Miller, James Tapp
Imagine making it big in this rap game And you think it's all good I'm here to tell you it ain't, baby You got every eye in the world on you You gotta understand these people Fear what they don't know
Imagine life with no jails and no laws And no harassment on brothers in fancy cars Now why they wanna trap me, make me a slave They just mad 'cause a ghetto nigga break bread They just mad 'cause a ghetto nigga break bread
I'm on the ground cuffed up like a dog Said, my cuffs too tight but they laugh when they see me fall I guess my skin's too dark for them to hear me I know they don't like me, for some reason I think they fear me
Quit tripping on my chains and my rangs I want to hit 'em but I didn't 'cause I maintained They got me FED's on the scene and they sware I got the cream And the stolen truck green, canine all up in my jeans
They don't realize I'm a soldier I had pissed, ask your son, I know he gotta C-Murder disc Number one in every record store Mom and pops tap my phones but you know I ain't slangin' rocks
Take me to jail but I tell 'em take me off the scene My first call go to P, he put my mind at ease You told me not to trip 'cause it's a bigger picture And if your tank don't put it on Tru, I'm a come and get ya
Imagine life with no jails and no laws And no harassment on brothers in fancy cars Now why they wanna trap me, make me a slave They just mad 'cause a ghetto nigga break bread They just mad 'cause a ghetto nigga break bread
Woah, picture life without the crooked cops and without the cell blocks Would you sell rocks or would you be like me, I'm shell shocked And I went through stressin' (Why?) Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 'Cause I'm already strapped, bulletproof vesting
Waiting to be tested by the devil on that level I used to sit on the porch with my uncle Ben And I watched the murder scene when I was 13 Dad, why they come for me?
And it made me crazy, and it made me lose my mind And from time to time it crossed my mind What if there wasn't a crime?
Now Slim, would you kill for me and everything that's true for me If there was no law, and nobody was superstars No state trooper cars to follow, you wouldn't have to swallow Your rocks, so toss the glocks with the hollow
I would kill a rich man and drink his blood, would it bring me riches Or would I just be selling my soul to them wicked witches? We already in Babylon, the world is a ghetto And God is like the don, nigga, woah
Imagine life with no jails and no laws And no harassment on brothers in fancy cars Now why they wanna trap me, make me a slave They just mad 'cause a ghetto nigga break bread They just mad 'cause a ghetto nigga break bread
Now we get only get one minute to pray and a second to die Could you picture the darkside before I let these bullets fly From out my 4-5 see, I know what you mean Is it life or that imagine living life with no breath
My imagination's a motherfucker with a bullet stretch Too much killing, I won't supply the world with a vest But that's impossible, killing it's unstoppable As long as they got bullets and guns they got niggas that's droppin' 'em
Real niggas from that [unverified]the world that's all about Real niggas we won't have a reason to kill niggas, heal niggas My plane it runs so deep I'm a share it with y'all While my own niggas is trying to cut throat while I'm tryin' to ball Dog, you ain't never seen what I seen, what I seen
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