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

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

& Abel:]
Load weapons, grab your gats
We sprinkle daily verbs tracks
Hit the like heart attacks
When my hammer cock back
And leave bullet holes in your and 'Lacs
The only thing we give them hoes is a dick and a
Gangstafied Kane & you know the camouflage assassin
and mashin, kidnappin and head bashin
Razor slashin, the endo blunt passin
For the cash and, woah bout to happen
What you want (?) ugly that 223
Hit em up in 3-d, now banned from tv
Niggas hated, I sho hated
the weed, cremated
See this game, we

[Mr.
Nigga, you me
The that spell everything out? (Nah)
The nigga that'll run through your motherfuckin set and
your hoe out (Fuck yeah 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, about punchin your fuckin mouth
The nigga tear the club up
Nigga, I don't a fuck if you bangin or slangin
when 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 done lost your motherfuckin
Stop the track cuz these niggas don't about my click black
I down 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 motherfucker and I raise my Tank up high
You best believe some a you motherfuckers gon die

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

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

I bust, I keep it TRU the 'ginnin
Dogg, the representer from Long Beach city
A TRU tank dog, bank y'all in y'all
If y'all try to come close, y'all can't run race
I my self above the stack
With my homeboys Mac and you fact, we strap for strap
We got your back, 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 it motherfucker, or bail it, for real

X:]
Biggest mama, drama two here I come
Put down for my last son, the one
Mac the don, get your shine on cuz it's your
And I'ma get my on and spit like nine
nine millimeters the ghetto diva
Mia X-rated, golden platinum
Face it, when hear me on the K-L track
All them niggas grab they head and back
Hollin Woah cuz it's goin like lips to dick
I'm so I make you bitches never wanna see the mic
And spit, the matter lesson rhymes to mine
I'm mama superior, you hoes is the
Lyrical I exhale
Some fake bitches like you is Mel
Battle anybody, hip hop or
On TRU close your shop, woah