[Fiend]
Womp womp!
It`s that, it`s that nigga.
Womp womp!
Mr. Serv-On in this nigga.
Womp womp!
KLC on the beat.
It`s Mr. (womp)
Chorus
I`m a No Limit tank nigga, tank nigga (do you what)
Actin bad, blowin dank nigga, dank nigga
You wanna war get stank nigga, stank nigga
And we ain`t dying cause we aint nigga, we can`t nigga x2
[Mr. Serv-On]
Let`s be realistic, if I slap the fuck out ya would you talk about it
Better yet, if I come to your motherfuckin house
Fuck your wife, piss on your grass, kick your dog would you cry about it
No doubt about it nigga, I`m a fuckin soldier
If one of us die nigga we roll the body over, kiss the tank
And pray to the motherfuckin ghetto saint
Be afraid to die bitch, I can`t
Put a pistol to my head, why the fuck should I be scared, I`m heartless
I`m tired of doin three consectutive lifetimes, nigga respect this
I don`t give a fuck about your life
I cut your motherfuckin wrist twice
Spray, all your homies bleed and make you scream through the motherfuckin
night
I put it down like my homie Big Ed, I put it down like that
Nigga fuck that, I never leave my motherfuckin house without a motherfuckin
strap
So I don`t give a fuck if you north, west, south or east
Nigga disrespect the tank and believe me nigga I`m a put one in your chest
Nigga I`m the No Limit fuckin beast
[Fiend]
Chorus
[C-Murder]
Get em up cause we never die motherfuka
I be the dumb nigga causing all the rucka
C-Murder`s my name and it`s a shame how I make niggas past tense
And leave em bleeding cause I ain`t got no motherfuckin sense
We hit the soundscan harder then a land mine
I drop a disc and Blockbusters start forming lines
>From the north to the south to the east to the west
I`m a tank nigga, respect my tank up on my chest
[Fiend]
I`m the motherfuckin baddest alive, ya heard me, and I meant it
Nuttin but me and know that Fiend gonna represent it
Independent like No Limit, you can start it I`m a finish
Picture paragraph indented, thinkin that I`m timid
I`m in the book of Guiness for leaving all my pray attended
And a niggas ass for playin with my spinach
Get to mixing like a chemist, if it`s personal or business
Blame on my cut throat act, signed the sharpest nigga
Chorus
[Mac]
Who`s that wanna murder Mac, niggas thinkin it`s sweet
Thinkin I`m a killer just on beats but not no killer in streets
I`m World War three`ing, bustin at niggas like niggas Korean
Me and my niggas, ride wit us or die wit us (woooooooo)
I represent the shell shocked niggas, point me to his block nigga
If I can`t find ya murder your pops nigga
No Limit soldier for life, they couldn`t hold me
I never die wodie, that`s what my psychic friends told me
[Lil Souljas]
I`m a soldier camoflauge my reproitore, seven guards
Tell the world who we are, leave the war without a scar
I been doin this, TRU to this, call your friends, make a wish
Singin tight when it come to this
Ain`t no limit, keep coming, competition running
Moon to sun and, I can, you better come in
Specialist, you testin this, the best of this
The more you might wanna diss
My tank says No Limit bitch
[Fiend]
Chorus
[Mia X]
Four star major general, bitch of the tank
Boss hard and souljarette, known for washin all of the dank
Legitimize, monopolize, roadblock when we gotta
Guerilla force, black power, I racotta on top
It`s mama drama and I`m ready for war
Your goin mine and leave em in chalk lines when I throw off
Show off and sho nuff we rip the
N-O L-I-M-I-T and leave em testin shit up
[Big Ed]
There`s no one seein me when I`m comin, red rummin
Bust you open in front of your woman
Wear shades when I`m in the hummer, your done in, ain`t no use in runnin
Assassin, got you boxed up, the smoke infrared got you locked up
Shoot your block up, bust your world like Tupac
I bring the fire like ?????, ain`t went hardheaded bar brawler
I get to shooting revolvers, 450 for problem solvers
But I bust back, lemme hear the sound, of the clack clack
Nigga make some room, back back
No Limit soldiers are on the attack
[Fiend]
Chorus
[Kane]
I kick this motherfucker off like the Superbowl
Watch how quick this luger blow
The world gotta know, I ain`t a hoe
I`m a go leave bullet holes in your vehicle
Kane & Abel stay low, bustin shots at the popos
Hundred shots in a row from the calicos
Cut throat like autopsy, poppin this, stop me, bitch watch me
Call your baby mommy, identify the body when I get rowdy
Kicking ass till my shoes get shitty
Bullets trigger man city
You with me
Put your face up with steel make up, yall niggas wanna be pretty
[Abel]
Sargent at arms, denate bombs, we lyrical warfare
Blow up your mind with pipe bombs, you niggas wanna go there
I cut your shit like Edward Scissorhands, I`m just a killer man
Bustin hollow tip grips in the black land
Smack your bitch with a back hand
We soldiers
