| T-R-U, No Limit forever
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| The world is ours
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| No Limit nigga, soldier — 4x
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| I got that tank tatted on my arm, cause I mean that
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| I call myself C-Murder dog, because I seen that
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| So call me a soldier brah, that’s what I claim
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| Ain’t no TRUer motherfuckers in this motherfucking game
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| It’s No Limit, you don’t wanna go to war with me
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| I make a call, and my niggas they gone fall with me
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| From Japan to the motherfucking CP3
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| Like a man I’ll have you ducking nigga fucking with me
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| Steady bucking at shows, bitches, G’s and hoes
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| Take off your clothes, nobody knows I’m getting blowed and blowed
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| Nigga, I told you when I get older, I’ma get bolder
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| And colder nigga, a motherfucking No Limit Soldier
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| So many haters in the 2G, I’m hanging with my girl
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| She strapped to the chrome, now, and the handle pearl
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| A lot of fakers hating thinking they can take me
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| Then jumped off the porch ain’t seen more than a G
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| I be a skinny nigga from Uptown, Parkway to be exact
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| No Limit Soldier thought I told you hit your block with choppas and macs
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| Told you, don’t stale exhale, you better ask somebody
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| We got to cop the blow like V-12
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| Rolling like rovados on Cadillac trucks
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| Having all them bustas inside like the lightning struck
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| T-R-U, out that 1−2-3 you heard
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| Ain’t No L-I-M-I to the T bitch
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| Want to swang that tank round dog I’m real with this shit
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| You got a problem I hit em like the lightning hit
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| Look, straight from the top when it drop it’s a thundering sound
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| So salute, to my people when they come around
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| I’m straight off the block nigga I’m TRU to this shit
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| If you dishing out a hit, I’ma take the bitch
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| I’ma make your people mad, make em come to coat
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| If you ain’t with the rap shit then don’t you cope
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| With target cards, them hoes they like it
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| Cause it’s W-A-N-G, them niggas don’t like me
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| If you step to me, then it’s T-R-U
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| If I have to make a call I’ma call that nigga Boo cause I’m a
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| Soldier — 2x |