| Wuz up yall, wuz up soldiers? |
| This M-P, The Colonel
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| We ain’t no rookies at makin records
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| Mystikal, Silkk
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| Together, Oh yeah. |
| It’s time to pass out the stripes
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| Hah Bra
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| I told you there wasn’t no limit
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| I told ya like I told him
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| Like I mean what I say what I say is what I mean
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| I talk mo shit than Muhammed Ali
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| In a situation about makin my green
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| First impression nigga back down
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| Fuck they can’t stand up next to me
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| Competition bring out the best in me
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| Shit you talkin deader than Elvis Presley
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| I’m tryin to blow out bigger than the jaws of Dizzy Gillespie
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| Nigga the nigga won’t let me
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| That’s why when I get my shit I snipe like Wesley
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| You fuckin wit my right on what you been missin in this picture
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| Style funkin than a big pot of chitilins in yo kitchen
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| Some slang in yo shit ain’t hittin Like I used the sound before
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| Listen to yo punk ass diamond sherm like what the fuck I’m around here for
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| rough lines and hard rhymes
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| Consider me an asset
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| Slow down cause I got some more rhyme ambush ya ass set
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| Nigga that’s how it is and I’ma make sure it stay that way
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| I did what they thought that I wasn’t gonna do
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| And said what they thought that I wasn’t gonna say
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| You know when I’m cookin
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| Cause you can smell it
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| To a buckshot from a pellet
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| Here I Go! |
| I’m here to tell it
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| Here to tell it
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| Stomp this motherfucker like elephant
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| Spray you bitches like apes
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| Fly by you bitches like pelicans
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| Put a crack in yo exo-skeleton
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| Shake this bitch like a bowl of gelatin
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| We soldiers no limit soldiers ugh there ain’t no limit
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| Acceptin you can deliver title material
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| Somethin got your mind all blocked up
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| I be sexually exited when I’m writin'
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| I’m rocked up Oh Creative valves been unclogged up
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| I keep my elbow in your back To keep yo ass cocked up
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| Ain’t no fuckin wit me Ain’t no fuckin wit shit I did
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| 26 and been through it, Tellin it like it is
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| Comin up with tight shit To make your girlfriend love me
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| Hunt me like playin rugby, Been a star since smokin puffies
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| And I’m that type of nigga that come thru this bitch
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| Now I stay down like it ain’t nothin, My position is not up for grabs
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| My title is not for uppin
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| Seem like I can take a little bit more that what you put out to harm me Gotta
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| continue to line my style to take
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| Formin a fort (You really will) I writes em line for line
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| Take my time till the shit is all tight
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| Focusing mind For most definitive could take all night
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| All right Fuckin right Unlike nobody else
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| I’m a one man show, Like havin sex with yourself
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| (Oh that was good)
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| You know how we kick it
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| You know what we do
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| All opportunities
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| And all unlimit
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| No matter if its good
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| Its gotta be tru
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| Mix mastered and marked
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| Somebody sell it
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| Fuck wit a no limit nigga over there talkin bout
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| Bitch I’m here to tell it
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| All aboard, put your coat on boy
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| Cause its about to get real fuckin chilly
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| Smoke yo ass like a philly
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| Fix yo face
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| Why you lookin all silly
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| Uh I stay muggin
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| Or should I say stay thuggin (Okay)
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| I ain’t lettin shit pass NO!
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| I’m whoopin yo ass down the boat
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| Trick I’m the illest
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| Shouts say fuckin thriller
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| Mystikal and Silkk tha Shocker
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| Is how we met like King Kong Godzilla
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| Two of the baddest niggas on one track
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| How many of yall see some of that
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| None
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| Well in this rap game it don’t matter
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| We run that!
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| Master P, Silkk, Mystikal
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| Like Earth, Wind, and Fire
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| Yall busters better retire
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| Put chall mouthful under the wire
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| It ain’t no limit to our biz
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| Monopolize, capitalize our share
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| Makin rhetoric comin thru shit we done did
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| Cause I lay laws down like the mayor do
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| Boy look I’m buck wild
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| Plus I got mo styles than a hairdo (That man?)
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| I play my enemies and foes like checkers
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| (Crown Me!)
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| Keep those in section (How broke?)
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| Broke like some records
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| No limit play it
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| Yall better hear it
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| You a bad mutha (Hush Yo Mouth)
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| I was only talkin bout yo lyrics
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| I hang with ballers and gangstas
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| (Oh my)
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| Step back for a second
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| And watch these soldiers on tanks
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| Roll By!
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| Entrepreneurs n Tycoons
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| If yall doubt it
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| Yall better not say it cause I been known to get down and dirty
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| Or should I say I’m just Bout it Bout it
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| T-R-U
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| Yall spell it
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| It ain’t no limit to this boy
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| And I’m here to tell it
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| There ain’t no limit
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| Where you at Mystikal!
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| HERE I GO!
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| Told ya shut ya mouth two of the baddest, ain’t no limit
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| Silkk that shocker, and Mystikal, Ice Cream Man, audi 5000 TRU
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| Represent yall can’t fade us
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| Shut ya mouth no doubt
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| We just bout it bout it
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| Let it all out |