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No Limit black sheep, the back seat for months
away from the Tanqueray, bitches and blunts
Still Mac nigga, ain't changed
Got the rings and the chains
Now wanna know my whole name
I em, then I disintegrate em
I let the next date em, cuz I don't hate em
I voodoo, to the most hard to get hoes
And at the end of the night, I off clothes
You fuckin with the realest, lyrical spillers
To killers and dealers and cap peelers, and street
From villians to chillers, we millions
And killers to protect scrilla
So what the fuck you about winners?
You hear that camouflage when you hear my name
I represent the shell cuz it's in my veins
(No Limit soldier) is on my left arm, I took it in
Throw your up if you a thug
And all niggas say

[Chorus:
(Woah!)
You see a on the streets holler
(Woah!)
You hear them on them beats holler
(Woah!)
Every time soldiers speak holler
(Woah!)

[Kane &
Load your weapons, your gats
We sprinkle daily verbs tracks
Hit the chest like heart
When my lyrical hammer cock
And leave bullet holes in your Bourbons and
The only we give them hoes is a dick and a smack
Gangstafied Kane & you know the camouflage assassin
Blastin and mashin, and head bashin
Razor blade slashin, the blunt passin
For the cash and, woah it's to happen
you want (?) ugly with that 223
Hit em up in 3-d, now banned from tv
Niggas playa hated, I sho
Spark the weed,
See game, we regulated

[Mr.
Nigga, you me
The nigga spell everything out? (Nah)
The nigga that'll run through your motherfuckin set and
your hoe motherfuckin out (Fuck nigga)
The nigga catchin these niggas and beatin em down
Cuz they wearin Tanks, they know what the fuck it mean
Nigga, that's the fuck, that's about punchin your mouth
The nigga that'll tear the up
Nigga, I don't give a if you bangin or slangin
Nigga I put this Tank up nigga you get rowdy as the fuck
But if you I was gonna leave this motherfucker without
a line
K-L you lost your motherfuckin mind
the track cuz these niggas don't know about my click black
I with the M to the A to the C
the S to the E to the R to the V
Fuckin the T to the A to the N to the K
And when I come through and I raise my Tank up high
You believe some a you coward motherfuckers gon die

[Big
Nigga what I
Nigga I TRU!
I hang with that's killas with TRU tatoos
I got my name Big Ed what I put between hips
I got my Assassin from the way I empty out clips
Wear the No soldier, thuggin at heart
Hittin with throw aways when I toss em I break em apart
Niggas get your up if you rowdy
And Assassin hit the stores, buy the album if you bout it
it

[Snoop
Rowdy gangsta in this motherfucker,
So I can come through and it TRU and do what the fuck I

I bust, I it TRU from the 'ginnin
Dogg, the representer from Long Beach city
A TRU tank dog, bank y'all in face
If try to come close, y'all can't run this race
I my self above the stack
my homeboys Mac and sack you fact, we strap for strap
We got back, don't even flip out or trip out
Or dip out, niggas lookin at me strange
My to maintain, I let it go, I sell it don't tell it
Y'all can't touch it motherfucker, or it, for real

X:]
Biggest mama, drama two guns I come
Put down for my last son, the one
Mac the don, get your shine on cuz it's time
And I'ma get my rhyme on and spit nine
Cocked nine millimeters the ghetto
Mia X-rated, golden plated
Face it, when they me on the K-L track
All them grab they head and jump back
Hollin Woah cuz it's goin down like lips to
I'm so tight I make you never wanna see the mic
And spit, the matter rhymes next to mine
I'm superior, you hoes is fearin the
Lyrical warfare I
Some fake like you name is Mel
anybody, hip hop or glock
On TRU close your shop, woah