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No black sheep, played the back seat for months
Stayed away the Tanqueray, bitches and blunts
Still Mac nigga, ain't changed
Got the rings and the chains
Now bitches wanna know my whole
I em, then I disintegrate 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, from spillers
To and dealers and cap peelers, and street guerillas
From to chillers, we made millions
And paid killers to scrilla
So what the fuck you about winners?
You hear that word camouflage when you 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 them say

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

[Kane &
Load weapons, grab your gats
We daily verbs over tracks
Hit the chest like attacks
When my lyrical cock back
And leave bullet in your Bourbons and 'Lacs
The only thing we give them is a dick and a smack
Gangstafied Kane & Abel you know the assassin
and mashin, kidnappin and head bashin
Razor slashin, the endo blunt passin
For the and, woah it's bout to happen
What you (?) ugly with that 223
Hit em up in 3-d, now it's from tv
playa hated, I sho hated
Spark the weed,
See game, we regulated

[Mr.
Nigga, you me
The nigga spell everything out? (Nah)
The that'll run through your motherfuckin set and bang
your hoe motherfuckin out (Fuck nigga)
The nigga that's these niggas and beatin em down
Cuz they 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 give a if you bangin or slangin
Nigga when I put this Tank up nigga you get rowdy as the
But if you I was gonna leave this motherfucker without
a line
K-L you done lost your mind
Stop the 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 motherfucker and I raise my Tank up high
You best believe some a you motherfuckers gon die

[Big
what I claim?
Nigga I TRU!
I hang with niggas that's killas TRU tatoos
I got my Big Ed from what 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 throw aways when I em I break em apart
Niggas get your guns up if you
And when hit the stores, buy the album if you bout it
it

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

I bust, I it TRU from the 'ginnin
Snoop Dogg, the representer Long Beach city
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 the stack
my homeboys Mac and sack you fact, we strap for strap
We got your back, even flip out or trip out
Or dip out, these niggas 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, two guns here I come
Put down for my son, the camouflaged one
Mac the don, get your on cuz it's your time
And I'ma get my on and spit like nine
nine millimeters the ghetto diva
Mia X-rated, platinum plated
Face it, they hear me on the K-L track
All them niggas they head and jump back
Hollin Woah cuz it's goin down like lips to
I'm so I make you bitches never wanna see the mic
And spit, the matter lesson rhymes next to
I'm mama superior, you is fearin the
Lyrical warfare I
Some fake like you name is Mel
anybody, hip hop or glock
On TRU I'ma your shop, woah