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No Limit sheep, played the back seat for months
Stayed away from the Tanqueray, bitches and
Still Mac nigga, nothin 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 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 street
From villians to chillers, we millions
And paid killers to scrilla
So what the fuck you talk winners?
You that word camouflage when you hear my name
I the shell shocked cuz it's in my veins
(No Limit soldier) is on my left arm, I took it in
your hood up if you a thug
And all them say

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

[Kane &
Load weapons, grab your gats
We sprinkle verbs over tracks
Hit the chest heart attacks
my lyrical hammer cock back
And leave bullet holes in Bourbons and 'Lacs
The only thing we give them is a dick and a smack
Gangstafied Kane & Abel you know the assassin
Blastin and mashin, and head bashin
Razor blade slashin, the blunt passin
For the cash and, woah bout to happen
What you want (?) ugly with 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 that spell out? (Nah)
The that'll 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 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 or slangin
when I put this Tank up nigga you get rowdy as the fuck
But if you think I was gonna this motherfucker without
a line
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 motherfucker and I raise my Tank up high
You best some a you coward motherfuckers gon die

[Big
Nigga what I
Nigga I TRU!
I hang with niggas that's killas TRU tatoos
I got my name Big Ed from what I put hips
I got my name Assassin from the way I out clips
Wear the No Limit soldier, at heart
Hittin niggas with throw aways I toss em I break em apart
Niggas get your 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
Snoop Dogg, the representer from Long city
A TRU dog, bank y'all in y'all face
If y'all try to come close, y'all can't run this
I place my self above the
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, these lookin at me strange
My game to maintain, I let it go, I sell it don't it
can't touch it motherfucker, or bail it, for real

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Biggest mama, drama two guns I come
Put down for my last son, the one
Mac the don, get your on cuz it's your time
And get my rhyme on and spit like nine
Cocked nine millimeters the diva
Mia X-rated, platinum plated
Face it, they hear me on the K-L track
All them grab they head and jump back
Hollin cuz it's goin down like lips to dick
I'm so tight I you bitches never wanna see the mic
And spit, the lesson rhymes next to mine
I'm superior, you hoes is fearin the
Lyrical I exhale
Some fake bitches like you is Mel
Battle anybody, hip hop or
On TRU close your shop, woah