| No Limit Studios, whassup?
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| Who dis is? |
| Who dis is?
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| Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
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| Oh this is P
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| Yeah this is P!
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| (Yeah)
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| If this P lemme hear ya say uhh
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| Uhh
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| This ain’t no motherfuckin P!
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| Man, hang the phone up
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| Uhh
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| Na-nah na-nah
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| Make em say uhh (uhh)
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| Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)
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| Nigga, I’m the colonel of the motherfuckin tank
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| Y’all after big thangs, we after big bank
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| 3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combat
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| Convicts and dealers, and killers with TRU tats
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| Never gave a fuck bout no hoes on our riches
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| And niggas come short, I’m diggin ditches
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| M.P. |
| pullin stripes, commander-in-chief
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| And fools run up wrong, nigga I’m knockin out some teeth
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| I’m down here slangin, rollin with these hustlers
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| Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
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| Steppin on toes, break a niggas nose
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| In the projects niggas anything goes
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| Breakin fools off cause I’m a No Limit soldier
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| At ease now salute, this pass me the doja
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| Make em say uhh (uhh)
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| Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)
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| Fiend exercisin his right of exorcism, bustin out the Expedition
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| Bullets choppin haters business to about the size of prisms our mission
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| They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary
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| No tellin how bad it get, because the worst’ll vary
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| I heard you make em worry, that this for the loot
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| They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot
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| Tank Dogs salute! |
| Every robbery in store, cause they know
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| Everything Fiend know, mean mo' money mo'
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| Little Fiend still want the greens, the cornbread and the cabbage
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| In your hood, remindin you bitches of who the baddest
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| Definitely the maddest, so the crime gon' stick em up
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| My uhh went twice (uhh, uhh)
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| And ended with nine, get em
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| Make em say uhh (uhh)
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| Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)
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| P gon' make ya say uhh, I’mma make you say ahh
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| I’m not Eric B. but guaranteed to move this motherfuckin crowd
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| I stay on like light switches, money, cause I like riches
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| Hittin nothin but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya
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| Nigga make em say nah-nah-nah, don’t trip
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| After I bust yo' shit, then after that say na-nah-nah-nah
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| I hang with niggas, I do my thang with niggas (uhh)
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| They wanna know if I gangbang, cause I hang with a whole gang of niggas
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| So when, we connect bitch better respect this, I step quick
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| Cause I got a, vicious right hand but ya know what? |
| My left is quick too!
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| Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence? |
| You might be right
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| Cause I’ll step in the club and say somethin
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| To get that motherfucker start to, fightin! |
| (Bout it!!)
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| Bad as Vogues, I’m cold, extra see through
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| Be G’s fuckin knockin niggas cause I make em all see 3-D
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| And P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back
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| I run this motherfucker, TRU niggas
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| And I betcha I’ll make yall stay back!
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| Make em say uhh (uhh)
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| Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)
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| We capitalize and monopolize on everything we see keep pistols drawed
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| And cocked, we got the industry locked, we can’t be stopped, too hot
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| Check the spots that we got, on Billboard
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| This Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin all you hoes
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| Want some mo? |
| Then let’s go, stretch you out like elastic
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| Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin caskets
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| We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto
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| So feel the wrath of this sista, it’s like you fightin 10 niggas
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| Forget the baby boys, it’s the biggest mamma Mia
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| The Unlady Like diva, lyrical man eater, believe her
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| Or see her, and get that ass embarrassed
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| If you’re a decision maker, guaranteed you’ll get carried away
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| So stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakin
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| Cannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin
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| Make em say uhh (uhh)
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| Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)
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| I’m that nigga that rappers look up to when they won’t know how to do it
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| Used to be the little bitty skinny motherfucker with the braids in his hair
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| Used to live on Tchoupitoulas
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| I done paid my dues, but still played the blues
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| Nigga play me like you was scared to lose
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| I’m still a fool, you ain’t heard the news
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| I’m with them No Limit niggas, makin' major moves
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| I won’t stop now, bitch, I can’t stop
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| You can’t stop me, so bitch don’t try we
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| We TRU soldiers, we don’t die
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| We keep rollin, na-nah-nah-nah-nah
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| All aboard, bitch could get barely inside
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| The Riverboat Hallelujah
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| Niggas goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside Rumors
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| Bitches be sayin he there, we there, BEWARE!!!
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| C there, Silkk there Fiend there, Mamma there, P there
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| Ain’t no salary cap, on top of my dollars
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| I roll with nothin, but them No Limit riders
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| I gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high
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| Watch how many bitches get wild, na-nah na-nah
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| Make em say uhh (uhh)
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| Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah) |