Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bring It On (feat. Fiend, Mysitkal, C-Murder, Skull Duggery and Mac), artist - Mia x.
Date of issue: 26.10.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |