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Whazzup with all y'all tru niggaz |
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Uuhhh, at ease! |
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And truettes |
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Rest of my soldiers out there, kevin miller |
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This ya motherfuckin colonel |
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Rest in peace tupac |
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Of the motherfuckin team |
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And all y'all up there soldiers |
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Whazzup big boz, nigga! |
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Master p |
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I got c-murder with me |
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T-scot |
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L.d. |
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Silkk the shocker |
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Big mo |
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Gangsta t |
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And you know what? |
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Big man |
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We no limit soldiers -- i thought i told ya (repeat 6x) |
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Mr. serv on |
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Mia x |
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Klc |
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Mo b. dick |
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Craig b |
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Hope nigga! |
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So bitch get ya mind right -- i thought i told ya (repeat 2x) |
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Kane and abel |
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Skull duggery |
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We no limit soldiers -- i thought i told ya (repeat 2x) |
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T-r-u |
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All y'all motherfuckin tru soldiers |
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Verse one: master p |
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Nigga, i'm bustin me locs, but i'm hittin em down with jokes |
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Y'all niggaz on the rope, got your hoe on da scope |
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Bitches watching me, jockin me, nigga blockin me, cockin me |
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Cause i'm the hardest motherfucker, out here rockin |
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I got the game in shades, got the niggaz in blades |
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I got them hoes on a raid, because the nigga gettin paid |
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I've got, niggaz from coast, slangin my dope |
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Got niggaz and g's, and rollin keys keys to record sto's |
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Get paid wit fatals, niggaz harder than cato |
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Nigga turnin the tables, but niggaz livin like potatoes |
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Get chopped up in game, niggaz runnin my name |
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Master p up in chain, is he dead he's a man |
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But i be bustin, hustlin, niggaz ain't trustin |
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I'm a soldier, that's why niggaz ain't trustin |
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No bitch or no nigga, hoe or no sucka |
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Fiend or no clucker, but ready to hustle |
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With boulders, bigga than yo' shoulders |
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Runnin from the rollers, gone on that doja |
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Cause cowards despise, soldiers we ride |
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Killers with attitudes, but ready to die |
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Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get fucked |
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Turkeys get stuck, and niggaz get cuffed |
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Ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat |
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Strapped with my crew and my niggaz and all that |
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Down for whatever, niggaz straight rowdy |
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Ask any motherfucker in america they'll tell ya, we bout it |
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Soldiers out there tech, bustin don't think |
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Lose ya life if you blink |
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Fuckin with them soldiers on the tank, cause |
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Chorus: master p |
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We no limit soldiers -- i thought i told ya (repeat 8x) |
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Verse two: silkk the shocker |
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Let's get ready to rumble, them niggaz stumble |
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Hit em with left blows |
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Fuck it got death blows |
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Ready to got to war? let's go! |
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We killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, fuck it |
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No limit soldiers, close your eyes |
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Now picture me foldin dollar bills |
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I stay fuckin tru, nigga fuck it, nigga do ya |
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Nigga i come to life and i scare all y'all bustas like freddy kruger |
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Gangstafied nigga, true to the game nigga |
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Stay fuckin pullin triggas, fuck up all y'all niggaz |
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Cause i'm so fuckin t-r-u, representin i thought you knew |
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Cause killas killas killas |
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That's all i be around, nigga fuckin fool |
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About face, this no limit soldier |
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One to the two to the three (hah hah) |
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Nigga i tried to told ya |
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Everybody quiet.... while i load up this rifle (attention!) |
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Now all my soldiers start fightin |
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It's time -- to go deep cover |
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Get to whoopin like danny glover, smother like jelly |
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Really, go deep like jim kelly |
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Fuck it, all y'all bustas open up y'all belly |
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Think we playin bitch, well we ain't |
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I heard we had drama motherfucker |
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Put up the benz and now we drive the tank |
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Cause all i want to be was a soldier |
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All i want to be was a soldier, soldier |
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Chorus 1/2 |
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Verse three: c-murder |
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I'm a no limit motherfuckin soldier till i die |
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We run this place, and i say the same shit, with a gun up in my face |
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I ain't scared to die, bitch like i said before, hoe |
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3rd ward, i'm from that motherfuckin calliope |
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Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers |
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Transformin wimpy ass niggaz into killers |
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Taking over, worldwide, doin shows oversea |
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Bringing bitches to the telly, put them hoes upon they knees |
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Gangstafied, like my motherfuckin homies kane and abel |
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No limit, the world's number one fuckin rap label (worldwide) |
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Competition get smoked like we smokin blunts |
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I take a playa hata and knock out his fuckin fronts |
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Dope slanga, now i'm slangin cd's |
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A million records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keys |
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Tru tattooed on my back bitch thats my click |
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Ready to hop into some motherfuckin gangsta shit |
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I say no limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody |
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Organized by p or should i say, john gotti |
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Real niggaz, put ya guns up if ya feel me |
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But if ya talk shit, bitch ya betta kill me |
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Like skull i'm a hoodlum 4 life, i told ya |
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We be some motherfuckin no limit tru soldiers |
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Chorus 1/2 |
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Verse four: mia x |
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Hard times got my mind on cock, and massive thoughts be the plot |
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Top priorities the family dope and royalty |
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My loyalty, fiends with a gang of true niggaz |
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No colors, just a bunch of ignorant motherfuckers |
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Trust my pen is an infa-red |
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Hollow-tips be my lyrics dipped in venom when i send em |
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They split ya head (pssssh) wide open |
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My rhymes on fire blood, but you can't smoke ne'er a one |
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Don't try to come, don't even touch the mic |
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My shit so tight, it's more correct than right, when i recite |
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Absolutely, you booty-ass hoes and niggaz |
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Perpetratin behind water gun triggers |
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Hurry up and figure out that studio gotti's catch hotties to the mouth |
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Who got that clout, don't act surprised cause it's that bitch from the south |
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Mia x hoes, you don't want no problems |
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Get so much respect, even yo' niggaz call me momma, the biggest one |
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To come stompin out the n.o., the crescent |
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Testin, chin-checkin, wreckin when i'm flexin on your whole crew |
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Who wants to go to war with this lyrical arsenist |
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Ya talkin shit, i'll having ya runnin for the thesaurus, cause i'm walkin wit |
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The big dogs without hesitation, unlady like as ever |
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Full of, verbal annhilation |
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Escaping, po-po's chasin, want ta catch me but they cain't |
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I made em think, and now they too scared to run up on the tank |
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No limit, you can start it, but we niggaz is the hardest |
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To deal wit, keeps the steel, and the plastics to peel wit |
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In reach, so we can touch yo' ass |
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And leave a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiers |
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Chorus 3/4 |
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I thought i told ya |
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Tru niggaz wave ya guns, show ya tattoos |
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Soldiers foe life nigga |
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Jumpin off the tank |
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Stay true to the gizame |
