What Cha Mean Lyrics - Fiend

(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 

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(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 

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(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