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

Mac]
(Woah!)
You see a on the streets holler
(Woah!)
You hear them soldiers on them beats
(Woah!)
Every time them speak holler
(Woah!)

& Abel:]
Load your weapons, your gats
We sprinkle daily verbs tracks
Hit the chest heart attacks
When my lyrical cock back
And leave bullet holes in your and 'Lacs
The only thing we them hoes is a dick and a smack
Gangstafied Kane & Abel you know the camouflage
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 it's from tv
playa hated, I sho hated
Spark the weed,
See this game, we

[Mr.
Nigga, you me
The nigga spell everything out? (Nah)
The nigga that'll run through your set and bang
your hoe motherfuckin out (Fuck nigga)
The nigga catchin these niggas and beatin em down
Cuz they wearin Tanks, they don't know what the it mean
Nigga, that's the fuck, about punchin your fuckin mouth
The that'll tear the club up
Nigga, I don't give a fuck if you bangin or
Nigga when I put this Tank up you get rowdy as the fuck
But if you think I was gonna leave motherfucker without
spellin a
K-L you done lost motherfuckin mind
Stop the track cuz niggas don't know 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 through and I raise my Tank up high
You best believe a you coward motherfuckers gon die

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

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

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

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