| North Carolina. |
| South Carolina
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| The first muthafuckin lady of the tank!
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| (on the muthafuckin tank!) The tank! |
| (Feel this!)
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| Detroit. |
| The hardest bitch you ever heard!
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| (the hardest bitch you ever heard) D.C. (Uuunnnggghhh) Mia X!
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| (Mia X!) Mia X! |
| Unlady Like! |
| (Unlady Like!) Unlady Like!
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| You don’t wanna, go to war with a soldier
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| No Limit, TRU nigga, I thought I told ya!
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| Mamma! |
| Four star lady general, picture the tank
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| I represent, get ya bucked, and I ain’t to be fucked with
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| Nigga, lyrical, lyrical, ghetto she-devil
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| Below the sea level (New Orleans) chills the illest sista
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| Quick to get ya tangled in my web of gangsta pictures
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| Descriptive vocals, who’s the black widow I flow to
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| Red Sea, flooded the rap in the streets, started the week
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| And got my props in and out of bloody cheddar cheese
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| Betta keep yo negativity about No Limit on the under
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| My verbal warfare will shake that ass like thunder
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| I thunder, man, they wanna be bad hoes, so ask yo-self
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| Can you handle any physical encounters with moi?
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| Huh? |
| My thug entourage lives for rollin them blunts |
| Totin them guns, tearin shit up, what?
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| There is no street bitch, rollin with niggas
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| Flowin with niggas, holdin they own with niggas
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| Like Mama Mia, and her kid sista
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| Lady Smith and Wesson, 9 milli-heata splitta
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| Forever with the, TRU soldiers, till I die
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| We gon ride, smoke weed, and drop lyrical keys
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| ??? |
| Reebok, laced up, strapped with my hardhat
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| Army fatigues, strapped, and I’m ready for combat
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| Fool, I got that ghetto sold like? |
| Lebanon?
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| And P be the commander, chief, call me the black Sylvester Stallone
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| Eyes ever red, cause I’m gon off that dolja
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| Raise ya guns high if you a No Limit Soldier
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| Fool, till I die, I’m a represent the tank
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| A colonel’s any nigga in the ghetto makin bank
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| Gats cocked for hatas, suckas can’t fade us
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| Got niggas representin from Louis, Florida, to Vegas
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| Mississippi to Oklahoma, New Orleans to California
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| Cleveland, Ohio, Atlanta to Tacoma
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| Texas, Evansville, to fuck it, Indianapolis, Augusta
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| Niggas rowdy, just bout that cabbage
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| Gats TRUed up, gon off that green and hennesy |
| Like Pac say, fool, keep ya fuckin eyes on ya enemies
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| I be dunkin niggas in the hood just like Stackhouse
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| I’m known, any nigga in the ghetto
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| Could say «ungh!» |
| and watch hoes pass out
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| Bitch I’m breakin bread with muthafuckin killas
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| And I’m slangin tapes, to muthafuckin drug dealas
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| And I’m representin, No Limit to the fullest
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| TRU nigga till I’m dead, gimme the trigga, I’m gon pull it
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| Nigga pass the weed, cause I’m bout to get high
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| And hatas watch ya ass, cause ya ass is gonna die
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| We be No Limit niggas, and we bout it
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| We come to a club, and get the muthafucka rowdy
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| Bitch, I’m TRUed up, cause I’m in it
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| P is the colonel, I’m the muthafuckin lieutenant
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| Soldiers
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| Ya’ll don’t wanna go to war
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| Cause I’m off the muthafuckin tank, bitch
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| Ya’ll think ya’ll could, ya’ll can’t hang
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| Bitch, I’m a tell ya as a fact, ya’ll can’t, bitch
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| Military mind, or should I say military schemes
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| Count my fly radio ??? |
| pull a hit off in the daytime without bein seen
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| Cause I’m a N-O, L-I, M-I-T soldier
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| I tried and told ya, fuck repeatin myself over |
| Niggas start runnin, I start bustin, niggas be hidin and duckin
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| You could be off and rushin, I got problems still can touch ya
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| Nigga fuck ya, no bustas, just soldiers and hustlas
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| I’m good with my gun, but if it jams I resort to my knuckles
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| Cause if you ain’t a soldier, then you ain’t shit
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| And if you ain’t a soldier, then what’s yo purpose, bitch?
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| Together we make more noise than clash of the titans
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| Bring mo game than we fightin
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| I done hooked up with the Colonel, give a fuck if you like it
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| Keepin bitches excited, recycle hatas that trifle
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| Get vital with rivals, got hoes awaitin my arrival
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| Call them people for me, I’m on fire
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| Scorchin hot, rhyme thrower, if yo ass get burned, don’t hold me liable
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| We move far, can’t go to war past 16 toys
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| You know who we are, we No Limit Soldiers we step when we march
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| I want yo respect like a direct order from? |
| Freestar?
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| Niggas get scared when I come through, bitch, I’m expectin five stars
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| Bitch ??? |
| never overload rounds to be shot
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| We mercenary soldiers, we can’t be stopped! |
| Bitch, we soldiers!
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| (Ghetto niggas and bitches)
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| Soldier, soldier (about face, at ease)
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| All I want to be was a soldier
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| (Now pass the muthafuckin weed) |