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Soul Keeper Song Lyrics
Soul Keeper by Young Nudy You f**k niggas better stand the f**k up for your motherf**kin' zone, you b**ch
You ain't stand up for what you doin', then nigga, what the f**k you doin' it for, f**k nigga?
f**k wrong with you, nigga?
And you gotta feed your family regardless, f**k nigga
You know me, huh? (COUPE)
Y'all niggas be talkin' too much, I don't do that
You know what's up with me, nigga, yeah
EA them, haha, slime, SB, yeah, PDE

Run like a track meet, I chase you down, b**ch nigga
How do I feel? Like hittin' a stick, I might just kill a nigga (Yeah)
Kill him and his partner evidence, you know I spin, nigga (Yeah)
Get rid of rich niggas, yeah, I take sh*t, nigga (Uh-huh)
Never been a hater, I make money, I'm a motivator
f**kin' all these b**ches 'cause they f**k with me 'cause I got paper
And exotic in my body, smokin' on Miyagi (Ooh)
And I'm choppin' up this brick like I do karate (Do karate)
I might trick a country boy and sell him clean, nigga, I got it (Nigga, I got it)
So much baking soda in that sh*t, you know I love the profit (Yeah, yeah)
And I like to stack up all this sh*t and add it up, I got it (Yeah, I got it)
Two months, b**ch, I just made 'bout five hundred thousand (Five hundred thousand)
That's just off features, b**ch, now don't think we is equal (We not equal)

I just made 'bout one-fifty off of reefer (Yeah)
And I smoke it, I'm a chiefer (Yeah)
And I put my army on a lick, gotta feed my people (Yeah, yeah)
When it come to that money, you know I am evil (Uh-huh)
Stick talk, the grim reaper (Stick talk)
Sweep you off your feet, I like that street sweeper (Street sweeper)
In your dreams with MAC-90s, jeepers creepers (Uh-huh)
Smoke your ass just like this reefer (Smoke you)
9-1-1, he tryna call them people, popped at all his people
Showed that motherf**ker we not beefin', you know how we eatin' (How we eatin')
I don't like to beef with pussy niggas if I ain't got no reason (Got no reason)

Shoot you in your heart, no cock-back, pussy nigga, know I squeeze it (Uh-uh)
I don't need no backup, thirty round, yes, I do keep it (Do keep it)
Take me a deep breath, exhale, start squeezin' (Baow)
Shoot that motherf**ker 'til I see that nigga not breathin'
And I put on stunna frames so these niggas cannot see me (Yeah)
Sit behind this black tint, black stick get to squeezin' (Yeah)
Thinkin' 'bout some crazy sh*t, take somethin', nigga, know we beefin'
Nigga took somethin' from me, dawg, it's smoke, nigga, at Four Season
Shout out to the Hamp, they the only gang I know that squeezed it
We were beefin' for no reason
They went down the street, we like, "f**k that sh*t, let's get to squeezin'"
Now we strike the beef, we eatin'
And I f**k with a couple real Crip niggas from Four Season
And my dawgs, they passed on Boulevard, gang out for no reason
And we from the Eastside and we handle straps, you better believe it
Thirty on us, nigga can see
Throw this sh*t up, big-ass B
Throwin' up the pyramid
You know where I'm from, I'm PDE
'Til the day I D-I-E, you niggas cannot f**k with me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I got your b**ch, she on my T-I-P (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rubber on, no Eazy E (Damn)
b**ches know it's M-O-E (What?)
I ain't stuntin' no M-O-B
Money over everything when this sh*t come to me

I just made 'bout one-fifty off of reefer (Yeah)
And I smoke it, I'm a chiefer (Yeah)
And I put my army on a lick, gotta feed my people (Yeah, yeah)
When it come to that money, you know I am evil (Uh-huh)
Stick talk, the grim reaper (Stick talk)
Sweep you off your feet, I like that street sweeper (Street sweeper)
In your dreams with MAC-90s, jeepers creepers (Uh-huh)
Smoke your ass just like this reefer (Smoke you)
9-1-1, he tryna call them people, popped at all his people
Showed that motherf**ker we not beefin', you know how we eatin' (How we eatin')
I don't like to beef with pussy niggas if I ain't got no reason (Got no reason)