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No Limit sheep, played the back seat for months
away from the Tanqueray, bitches and blunts
Still Mac nigga, ain't nothin
Got the and the gold chains
Now bitches wanna know my whole
I em, then I disintegrate em
I let the next nigga date em, cuz I don't em
I spit voodoo, to the most to get hoes
And at the end of the night, I rippin off
You with the realest, from lyrical spillers
To killers and dealers and cap peelers, and guerillas
From to chillers, we made millions
And paid killers to scrilla
So what the you talk about winners?
You hear that word camouflage when you my name
I represent the shocked cuz it's in my veins
(No Limit soldier) is on my left arm, I it in blood
Throw hood up if you a thug
And all niggas say

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

& Abel:]
Load your weapons, grab gats
We sprinkle daily verbs tracks
Hit the chest like heart
When my lyrical hammer back
And leave holes in your Bourbons and 'Lacs
The only thing we give them hoes is a and a smack
Gangstafied & Abel you know the camouflage assassin
Blastin and mashin, and head bashin
Razor slashin, the endo blunt passin
For the cash and, woah it's bout to
you want (?) ugly with that 223
Hit em up in 3-d, now banned from tv
Niggas 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 your motherfuckin set and bang
your hoe out (Fuck yeah nigga)
The nigga that's catchin these niggas and em down
Cuz wearin Tanks, they don't know what the fuck it mean
Nigga, that's the fuck, that's about punchin fuckin mouth
The nigga that'll the club up
Nigga, I don't a fuck 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 done your motherfuckin mind
Stop the track cuz these 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 best believe some a you coward gon die

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

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

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

X:]
Biggest mama, drama two guns I come
Put for my last son, the camouflaged one
Mac the don, get your on cuz it's your time
And I'ma get my rhyme on and spit like
Cocked nine the ghetto diva
Mia X-rated, golden platinum
Face it, when they 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 matter lesson next to mine
I'm mama superior, you hoes is the
Lyrical I exhale
Some fake like you name is Mel
anybody, hip hop or glock
On TRU I'ma close shop, woah