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No Limit black sheep, played the back seat for
away from the Tanqueray, bitches and blunts
Still Mac nigga, ain't nothin
Got the and the gold chains
Now bitches wanna know my name
I penetrate em, then I em
I let the next nigga date em, cuz I 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 and cap peelers, and street guerillas
From villians to chillers, we millions
And paid killers to protect
So what the fuck you talk 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 arm, I took it in blood
your hood up if you a thug
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 speak
(Woah!)

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

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

[Big
Nigga I claim?
Nigga I TRU!
I hang with niggas killas with TRU tatoos
I got my name Big Ed from what I put between
I got my Assassin 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
Niggas get your guns up if you
And when Assassin hit the stores, buy the album if you it
it

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

I bust, I keep it TRU from the
Dogg, the representer from Long Beach city
A TRU tank dog, bank y'all in y'all
If y'all try to close, y'all can't run this race
I place my self above the
With my homeboys Mac and you fact, we strap 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 sell it don't it
can't touch it motherfucker, or bail it, for real

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