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No black sheep, played the back seat for months
away from the Tanqueray, bitches and blunts
Still Mac nigga, nothin changed
Got the rings and the chains
Now bitches wanna my whole 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, lyrical spillers
To killers and dealers and cap peelers, and street
From to chillers, we made millions
And paid killers to protect
So what the you talk about winners?
You hear that 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 niggas say

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

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

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

[Big
what I claim?
Nigga I TRU!
I hang with niggas that's killas with TRU
I got my name Big Ed from I put between hips
I got my name from the way I empty out clips
the No Limit soldier, thuggin at heart
Hittin niggas throw 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 gangsta in this motherfucker,
So I can come through and keep it TRU and do what the I

I bust, I keep it TRU 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 race
I place my self the stack
With my homeboys Mac and sack you fact, we strap for
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 sell it tell it
Y'all touch it motherfucker, or bail it, for real

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