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No Limit black sheep, the back seat for months
Stayed away from the Tanqueray, bitches and
Mac nigga, ain't nothin changed
Got the and the gold chains
Now bitches wanna know my name
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 fuckin with the realest, from lyrical
To and dealers and cap peelers, and street guerillas
villians to chillers, we made millions
And paid killers to protect
So what the you talk about winners?
You hear that word camouflage when you hear my
I represent the shell cuz it's in my veins
(No soldier) is on my left arm, I took it in blood
your hood up if you a thug
And all niggas say

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

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

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

[Big
Nigga I claim?
I claim TRU!
I hang with that's killas 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 Limit soldier, thuggin at
Hittin niggas with throw when I toss em I break em apart
get your guns up if you rowdy
And when hit the stores, buy the album if you bout it
it

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

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

X:]
Biggest mama, drama two here I come
Put down for my last son, the one
Mac the don, get shine on cuz it's your time
And I'ma get my rhyme on and spit nine
nine millimeters the ghetto diva
Mia X-rated, platinum plated
Face it, when hear me on the K-L track
All them niggas grab they head and 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 lesson next to mine
I'm mama superior, you is fearin the
warfare I exhale
Some bitches like you name is Mel
anybody, hip hop or glock
On TRU I'ma close shop, woah