Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bring It On , by - Mia x. Release date: 26.10.1998
Song language: English
Bring It On |
| 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 |