Lyrics Bring It On (feat. Fiend, Mysitkal, C-Murder, Skull Duggery and Mac) - Mia x, Fiend, C-Murder

Bring It On (feat. Fiend, Mysitkal, C-Murder, Skull Duggery and Mac)

What’s going on out there in Soldier world
This fiend the excited private nigga act like you know me
Here to reperesent on Mia X Miss Mama Drama Shit.(Mama Drama Nigga)
Here we have, Mac the shell shocker, skull dugery
C motherfucking murder, mystikal
And last but not least fiend the exicted private
Here to represent like this
Ya heard me?
Cock, bust, squeeze, aim
We No Limit soldiers nigga you know our name
What y’all niggas really come to do
If you with me tell them soldier haters fuck you (fuck you)
I said what y’all bitches really come to do
If you with me tell them soldier haters fuck you (Fuck you)
Tru niggas on the front line ready to squeeze
Bitches think before you speak cause you don’t want none of these
Left, Right, left, roundhouse
Cause every time I brings it on somebody 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 4-star (yeah that bitch)
You don’t wanna go to war (That's that bitch)
Drill me, I make ya feel me like ya dick in burning pussy
Lyrical beats off in that street nigga I’m no rookie
I’m the drama in your heart when your people get killed
The most respect gangsta bitch on the real
Cause I will
Whomp whomp
Remember me I tote a shoty military gunfare
Just one day paper weight, hands and arrest legs
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 cards for valentines
I ain’t died burn no coffin don’t pour no crony on me
Smoked in the zone stashed throw me taking what the owe me
I the the soldiers in the fatigues, full of weed Ready to bleed
Behind what I believe The tank and we
Indeed boy I hemed these, the message with bent knees
And notes around their necks signed bitch Fiend sent these
I hit the block yelling shell shocked
From the streets to the motherfucking cell block
If you with me cock it back and 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 through 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 ya open like the waffle house
That shit get real when I pull that rifle out
Kill kill mama drama told me bust, there ain’t’t nothing to discuss
So if you won’t gone get the fuck if you ain’t riding with us
Now everybody wants to play the game
I brings the force like the Desert storm
Bring the pain like the land bring
Motherfuckers must dismiss when I enter they shit
From house to house, to block to block to the project bricks
Every hood them thuggish soldeirs taking over, I told ya
It’s No Limit bringing the pain
The other level of the game
Niggas disrecpet they get dealt with
You be in that pillow in that wooden box riding in that long black dick
You feelin this nigga you know one thing is real
Fucking with No Limit niggas and top dog skills
Niggas gonna get ya
Fell ya and then ya peel ya
Niggas you gonna feel this
Soldier shit ya dig it?
Nigga what?
make some rum I’m about to throw down
I ain’t no motherfucking homey but you about to get clowned
No limit soldiers get Rowdy, raise the roof like luke
We be some true tank 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 an extra clip
They call me C-murder cause I put one in your dome
I come through your set and leat you laying at home
I hang with killers and dealers, weed smokers and G’s
No Limit soldiers don’t fall off so fuck my enemies
If I come from around corner Imma knock up your head
Shouldn’t have been fucking with the nigga from enunciation
Fucking with the nigga with the fucked up attitude and the bad pronunciation
That’s why I come across rude loud and obnoxious
Every other word gone be profane
Farting spitting and 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 barley eating
Not goning no where rarly leaving
To steak and shrimp every evening
Gone all day, busy as a beaver
I’m a soldier told ya, now I’ma show ya
Doing it over, I got the end of the M-16 explode
You don’t wanna, ain’t gonna go to war
Shoot to kill, forward march