Kunci: F minor
Verse 1
Em
Am
Em
High Power Soulja Living,
Em
Am
The way is that we live
in the fucking street
Em
as a Soulja, every day
Am
Em
Raised
by the streets,
young of it's best
Am
Gotta pack a load of candy
Em
cause the haters a test
Ain't no time up in the streets
to sit and think of a plan
Am
The fast lane soldier livin',
Tattoos, shade hair, keep it G as I roam
Am
Em
Catch a talkin' out your mouth,
you feel the end of my groan
Stomped O .P .N., only one that I trust
I got your backs,
Am
so let's ride while we're
kickin' the dust
F#dim
Em
Fuck the lame and the press,
they're only blewin' my veins
Am
The South Side is the strongest,
High power is a label,
thugs, players, and penances
Am
Go against it and you're
Em
threatened up with hoes and your shit
L .A. foggy weather, streets never at ease
Am
Em
Gang bangin', servin' dope on the streets,
fuck peace
I'm just like you, nobody better,
only tryin' to maintain
Am
Fuckin' bitches, pillin' cash,
Em
day by day, learnin' game
Got soldiers in the West
and it's no surprise
High power entertainers
stayin' ready to rock
Soldier Ink is the name ringin'
off of your streets
Cyclonetta people
never bringin' soldier ink
Got soldiers in the West
and it's no surprise
High power entertainers
stayin' ready to rock
Soldier Ink is the name ringin'
off of your streets
Am
Cyclonetta people nev er
Gang bangin' with a passion,
never fightin' temptation
Am
Frustration and mutilation,
Homicidal and suicidal, fuck the law
Am
Fuck the pen, fuck the county,
Got my homies hemmed up
just for trying to live
Am
Em
Motherfuckers think I'm paying,
I got no time for that shit
You better step the fuck back
if you want to survive
Am
Got me riding in the streets
Southside to the bullets
with them hollow tip bullets
Am
Finger on the trigger, homeboy,
Now tell me where you're
headed now
Penitentiary bound,
Em
I'm ma check this gangster sound
South East Los Angeles,
the home of the brave
Am
Em
Where people struggle everyday
and things will never change
And it's strange,
these motherfuckers love to gang bang
Am
So I'ma ride with high power,
Em
big stomps in the name
Soulja A is the clique, man, fuck a bitch
Em
cause now the same stomps the shit
They never gave a fuck before,
so tell me what's the deal?
Your life is fake
Soulja A is for riders,
you can't fake the funk
You might sport them tattoos,
but you still a punk
And that's my point,
these motherfuckers think it's a joke
Am
So I'ma spark up my joint
Em
while the vodka's gettin' smoked
Southeast side,
Am
Em
all the way to S .G .V.
Hot Power is the family,
Am
Em
and this is Big Soldier In c.
South side of California,
Am
Em
we only smoke the blue rank
Hot Power is the family,
we puttin' buses on their back
Late night up in the streets,
I gotta hustle for mine
Am
Em
Flippers on, I write a lyric
while the puzzle unwinds
Take my chances and my choices,
getting caught by the law
Am
Em
You can feel it when you're done,
cause your luck is lost
Who gives a fuck, high power,
where we going real deep
Em
make some room for the soldier
The tightest camp of made men
that only come from the south
Am
And if you think about the hate,
Em
close your hole for a mile
Little homies shaved heads,
mean mug looking crazy
Am
Always had the frame of mind
Em
that your shit couldn't phase me
I'd either give you a break
or end your life career
Am
So fuck where you're coming from,
Em
it's not what you hear
It's the screams and the cries
when I'm taking your life
friends, children, and wife
That's how it is on the streets
and the struggle of life
Am
Soldier minus Southeast,
S .G .V., you're retired
Em
Got sol diers in the West
and it's no surprise
High power entertainment,
stayin' ready to rock
Soldier Ink is the name ringin'
off of your streets
Cyclonetta, Pequimel, bringin' soldier ink
Got soldiers in the West
and it's no surprise
High power entertainment,
stayin' ready to rock
Soldier Ink is the name ringin'
off of your streets
Am
Em
Cyclonetta, Pequimel, bringin' soldier ink
Big Stomps, motherfucker,
that's the name
Em
Bikunuevo is the gang I claim
Gang -banging wasn't an option
in my part of town
Am
It was a must to hold your own
Em
and show them haters your down
Packin' a gat was a thrill,
yeah, believe me, that's real
Am
There's always blood to spill,
Em
feelin' no pain as I kill
Cause I love me some killin'
and I love drug dealin'
Am
You better watch your ass
Em
when I'm robbin' and stealin'
From that big bad bottle,
Bikunuevo for life
Am
Em
And I'm married to my bottle
like I'm married to a wife
Big grumpy out the pen in the
streets once again
Em
throwin' Soulja In c. to the end
Fuck the haters in the game,
they can't get no love
Am
Just watch these bottles droppin'
Em
when the grumpy pops the trunk
I'm poppin' one with my nine,
so he can't drop no dime
These fuckin' cowards
Em
yet they look so represent
the Southeast Side
Em
High Power is the family
Am
And this is Big Soulja Inc.
Em
South Side of California
Am
Em
We only sport the blue rank
High Power is the family
We're putting buses on their back
We represent the southeast side
Am
Em
All the way to SGV
Hot Power is the family
Am
And this is Big Soldier Inc
Em
South side of California
We only sport the blue rag
Hot Power is the family
Am
Em
We're putting buses on their back
F#dim
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
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