[Fiend] What's goin on out there in soldier world? {All my soldiers and Soldierettes} This Fiend the excited private nigga act like ya know me Here to represent on Mia X Ms. Mama Drama Shit {Mama Drama Nigga} Here we have Mac, the shell shocker, skull dugery C mother fucking Murder, Mystikal And last but not least Fiend the excited private Here to represent like this ya heard me? [Chorus X4] Cock, bust, squeeze, aim We No Limit Soldiers nigga you know our name [Mia X] What y'all niggas really come to do If you with me tell them soldier haters Fuck you {Fuck you} What y'all bitches really come to do If you with me tell them soldiers haters fuck you {fuck you] True niggas on the front line ready to squezze Bitches think before you speak cause you don't want none of these Left, right, left roundhouse Cause everytime I bring it one sombody gets knocked out About as bout it bout it as it gets It's that bitch Mia X lady no limit {yeah that bitch} Mama four-star {yeah that bitch} You don't wanna go to war {That's that bitch} Drill me I make ya fell me like ya dick in burning pussy Lyrical beats or in the streets nigga I'm no rookie I'm the drama in your heart when your people get killed The most respected gangsta bitch on the real cause I will [Chorus X2] [Fiend} Remember me I tote a shoty Military gunfare just one day Paper weight hands and arrest leg I ain't scared I done prayed for all the consequences Brand new glock inventions and killers with bad intentions Forget to mention don't mind my neck on the line Give my moms the insurance money and card for valentines I ain't died burn no coffin don't pour no cornie on me Smoked in the zone stashed throw me taking what the owe me I the soldier in the fatigues full of weed ready to bleed Behind what I believe the tank and we indeed Boy I hem thee the message with bent knees And notes around they neck signed bitch Fiend sent these [Mac] What? I hit the block yellin shell shocked From the streets to the motherfucking cell block If you with me cock it back and let them shells pop If we gone die then we gone die letting off shots Woah there nigga Don't fuck around, don't fuck around with this click Cause haters eat dick and shit throught them tubes bitch I used to murder murder back when I was seventeen Got with that tank now it's all about that mean green And I get you open like the Waffle House This shit get real when I pull that rifle out Kill kill mama drama told me bust There ain't nuttin to discuss So you won't gone get the fuck If you ain't riding with us [Skull Dugery] Now everybody wants to play the game I bring the force like the Desert Storm bring the pain Like the land brang Motherfuckers must dismiss when I enter they shit From house to house to block to block to the project bricks Every hood them thuggish soldiers taking over I told ya It's no limit bringing the pain The other level of the game Niggas disrespect they get deal with You be in a pillow in that wooden box riding in that long black dick You feelin this nigga you know on thing is real Fucking with no limit niggas and top dog skills Niggas gonna get ya Fell and then they peel ya Niggas ya gonna fell this solder shit you dig it? [Chorus X2] [C-Murder] Nigga what? make some run I'm about to throw down I ain't no motherfucking homey but you bout to get clowned No limit soldiers get rowdy raise the roof like Luke We be some true tanks doggs ask my niggas Fiend and Snoop Capital N-O Capital L-I-M-I-T Until I D-I-E and that's no L-I-E So bitch get off me before I spit some shit And break your ass off with a 45 and a extra clip They call me C-murder cause I put on in your dome I come to your set and leave you laying at home I hang with killers and dealers, weed smokers and G's No limit niggas don't fall off so fuck my enemies [Chorus X2] [Mystikal] If I come from around the corner I'm a knock up your head shouldn't have been fucking with that nigga with the enuciation fucking with the nigga with bad attitude and bad pronunciation that's why I come off rude, loud and obnoixous, every other word gone be profane farting, spiting, grabbing my dick like I ain't got no fucking home training Even if it's 5 o'clock in the morning and the song ain't done I ain't leaving I'll take all day but when I finish the bitch have your head hurting and your ears bleeding From having no money barely eating, not going no where rarely leaving to steak and shrimp every evening, gone all day busy as a beaver Imma soldier, told ya, now I'm a show ya doing it over I got the end of the M-16 explode you don't wanna, ain't gonna go to war shot to kill, forward march [Chorus to fade]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
