| You can tell I’m A Soldier
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| You, you, you, you can tell I’m a soldier (4X)
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| All I wanted to be was a soldier, bitch!
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| And If you ain’t a soldier, then what’s yo’purpose bitch?!!
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| 1st Verse:
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| See, I’m a N-O, nigga L-I
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| M-I- to the T yeah, I’m Silkk the SHOCKER!!!
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| And yeah, that’s me Tank dog all I wanna be, nigga I told ya tat on my back, is that of a no limit soldier
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| About face for a TRU salute, to my tank dogs
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| y’all scared to bust, niggas duck, cuz we ain’t sure
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| So don’t flip me, cuz you’ll end up empty
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| and then I’ll reload
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| and reload, and reload, and reload, and load
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| whole barrel explode!!!
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| Nigga I’m T-R-U, that means I’m TRU 2 Da Game
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| mention me to my enemies, they takin’the pain
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| Now you can do what you wanna
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| but y’all don’t wanna start
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| fuck, these No Limit soldiers
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| cuz y’all don’t wanna go to war!!!
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| No Limit mercenary killas, nigga wit army fatigues
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| tattoos and gats, niggas gone off hennessy and weed
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| Colonel, nigga becoming the ghetto E.F. Hutton
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| holler ungh!!! |
| And every fuckin’soldier start stuntin'
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| Nigga just robbin’and niggas they ridin'
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| dressed and robbin’on the side,
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| niggas just Bout It, Rowdy
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| niggas better show me that them muthafuckas still gettin’rowdy
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| I cut wit G’s nigga
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| march playas, step wit me killas
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| come wit me, real soldiers keep yo’eyes on yo’enemies!!!
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| Chorus:
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| I’m a N-O- nigga L-I
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| M-I-T soldier (2X)
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| 2nd Verse:
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| All my rivals remember me, Fiend
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| the one that call the shottie
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| blastin’the mafi, there them niggas that wanna rob me Givin’you hobbies
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| Gettin’slugs at your own body
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| for my piece, or Sugar Hill, I’m New Orleans like Lolli
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| I’m fearin’no man, as long as I’m stompin’in these Broganes
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| there’s no playin', soon as this army stop, ya’got no hands
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| Damn!!! |
| Ready for war, and keep the weed lighted
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| if they ain’t indicted still, blast it, Fiend the insighted prophet
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| I’m a No Limit soldier, nigga, it’s in my blood
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| I started rappin', so I wouldn’t have to sell drugs
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| We Bout It!!! |
| Muthafuckas representin’them killas
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| TRU tatted on my back cuz I make moves wit thug niggas
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| You don’t wanna go to war, cuz I’ma bring the brigade
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| ask the colonel, we rowdy nigga tryin’to get paid
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| Affiliated with game, totin’thangs that pain
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| on the corners we hang, and we slangin’the pain!
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| 3rd Verse:
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| A helluva, helluva nigga right chea
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| you can take that and fear it!
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| I’m a cold blooded killa comrade
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| and a highly decorated lieutenant
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| I’m up on the front line, you all the way to the rear
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| but ya still gettin’injured
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| NIGGA DON’T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN’T BE DENTED?!!
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| And when we reach a hundred million cartridges
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| we ain’t finished
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| Bitch shoot yoself in the head, if you can’t take it cuz we gonna represent it!
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| If I said it, I meant it!
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| If I told ya', I showed ya'!!
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| I’ll break y’all, outrank y’all, I’LL MAKE YA’BORN TO BE A SOLDIER!
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| Whoa, murder, murder, kill, kill it’s real
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| Shell-Shock turn your neighborhood block into the battle field
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| Nigga, soldier rag still on my eye, no lie
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| I’m camoflauged, I never die, I live longer than them white guys
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| We tattooed, I done gone cashews, ain’t no turnin’back
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| nigga won’t be burnin’Mac, uh, I got the thirty gat
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| And it get trifer, but I’m a lifer
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| a camoflauge sniper, from the rooftop I might ignite ya 4th Verse:
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| Gotti I told ya', I’m a muthafuckin’soldier
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| forty calibers and doja, what keep makin holes
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| Nationwide exposure, for me and my brethren
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| for Fiend to bust’em, leavin’my enemies bleedin'
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| Being a soldier many fourteens, I be needin'
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| a No Limit soldier, till the day of my leave
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| I been a No Limit soldier since 1994
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| them niggas know one thing, that Skull broked in the door
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| They watched me in Waco, as I bring the flow
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| what you sayin', hanh you nigga? |
| You bitch? |
| Yeah, you hoe!!!
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| You know one thing you can’t be fuckin’round wit these niggas
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| niggas out the tank, straight spittin’on you niggas
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| You nigga!!! |
| You think, you gonna get away
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| slammin’jive bitches like you, dead in the pavement!!!
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| 5th Verse:
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| Nigga make some room!!! |
| Nigga, Back up, back up Forget that thing out the trunk, and act up, act up Got my tank dogs steppin’camoflauge fatigues
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| I represent like a loaded weapon, paper bought wit P When I get that thing, everybody look down and round and round
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| Got the M-1 spittin’fire, bring yo’set to the ground
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| Got the C-4 explosives in the black backpack
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| Big Ed be puttin’down like that!!!
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| We come strapped in we roll thick
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| we represent that TRU click
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| Playa Haters, yeah we know who you are
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| make infrared shine on your head like the North Star
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| Bomb shit, boss bitch, mama set it off
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| let it be known cowards you don’t wanna go to war
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| The hard hitta still be the biggest mama nigga
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| swallow yo’shit like a fuckin’Anaconda nigga
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| So, bring it, bring it on, how you wanna do it, what?
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| Cuz next to other’s knees, I cover fuckin’dust
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| Anten-Hut nah, take it to the battle field
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| shoppers gon run, while we kick our enemies doors
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| I ask the lord, they don’t want no more?
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| Mama, drama, told ya’No Limit done took over
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| I thought I told ya Pass the doja
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| GAME OVER!!! |