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No Limit sheep, played the back seat for months
Stayed away from the Tanqueray, bitches and
Still Mac nigga, ain't changed
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 most to get hoes
And at the end of the night, I off clothes
You fuckin with the realest, from lyrical
To and dealers and cap peelers, and street guerillas
From villians to chillers, we made
And paid killers to protect
So what the you talk about winners?
You that word camouflage when you hear my name
I represent the shell cuz it's in my veins
(No soldier) is on my left arm, I took it in blood
Throw your hood up if you a
And all them say

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

& Abel:]
Load your weapons, grab gats
We sprinkle daily verbs over
Hit the chest like heart
When my lyrical cock back
And leave bullet holes in Bourbons and 'Lacs
The only thing we them hoes is a dick and a smack
Kane & Abel you know the camouflage assassin
Blastin and mashin, and head bashin
blade slashin, the endo blunt passin
For the and, woah it's bout to happen
you want (?) ugly with that 223
Hit em up in 3-d, now it's banned tv
Niggas playa hated, I sho
the weed, cremated
See this game, we

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

[Big
what I claim?
I claim TRU!
I hang with niggas that's killas with TRU
I got my name Big Ed from what I put between
I got my name Assassin from the way I empty out
Wear the No Limit soldier, thuggin at
Hittin niggas with throw aways I toss em I break em apart
Niggas get guns up if you rowdy
And when Assassin hit the stores, buy the 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 from the
Snoop Dogg, the representer Long Beach city
A TRU tank dog, y'all in y'all face
If y'all try to close, y'all can't run this race
I my self above the stack
With my homeboys Mac and sack you fact, we for strap
We got your back, don't even out or trip out
Or dip out, niggas lookin at me strange
My game to maintain, I let it go, I it don't tell it
can't touch it motherfucker, or bail it, for real

X:]
Biggest mama, drama two guns I come
Put for my last son, the camouflaged one
Mac the don, get shine on cuz it's your time
And I'ma get my rhyme on and spit like
Cocked nine millimeters the diva
Mia X-rated, golden plated
Face it, when they me on the K-L track
All them niggas grab head and jump back
Hollin Woah cuz it's goin down like lips to
I'm so tight I make you bitches wanna see the mic
And spit, the matter rhymes next to mine
I'm mama superior, you hoes is the
warfare I exhale
Some bitches like you name is Mel
anybody, hip hop or glock
On TRU I'ma close your shop,