Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Limit Soldiers, artist - Tru. Album song Tru 2 Da Game, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
No Limit Soldiers |
Whazzup with all y’all Tru niggas |
Uuhhh, at ease! |
And truettes |
Rest of my soldiers out there, Kevin Miller |
This ya motherfuckin colonel |
Rest in peace 2Pac |
Of the motherfuckin team |
And all y’all up there soldiers |
Whazzup Big Boz, nigga! |
Master P |
I got C-Murder with me |
T-Scot |
Silkk the Shocker |
Big Mo |
Gangsta T |
And you know what? |
Big Man |
We No Limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 6X) |
Mr. Serv On |
Mia X |
KLC |
Mo B. Dick |
Craig B |
Hope nigga! |
So bitch get ya mind right -- I thought I told ya (repeat 2X) |
Kane and Abel |
Skull Duggery |
We No Limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 2X) |
T-R-U |
All y’all motherfuckin Tru soldiers |
Verse One: Master P |
Nigga, I’m bustin me locs, but I’m hittin em down with jokes |
Y’all niggas on the rope, got your ho on da scope |
Bitches watching me, jockin me, nigga blockin me, cockin me |
Cause I’m the HARDEST motherfucker, out here rockin |
I got the game in shades, got the niggas in blades |
I got them hoes on a raid, because the nigga gettin paid |
I’ve got, niggas from coast, slangin my dope |
Got niggas and G’s, and rollin keys keys to record sto’s |
Get paid wit fatals, niggas harder than Cato |
Nigga turnin the tables, but niggas livin like potatoes |
Get chopped up in game, niggas runnin my name |
Master P up in chain, is he dead he’s a man |
But I be bustin, hustlin, niggas ain’t trustin |
I’m a soldier, that’s why niggas ain’t trustin |
No bitch or no nigga, ho or no sucka |
Fiend or no clucker, but ready to hustle |
With boulders, bigga than yo' shoulders |
Runnin from the rollers, gone on that doja |
Cause cowards despise, soldiers we ride |
Killers with attitudes, but ready to die |
Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get fucked |
Turkeys get stuck, and niggas get cuffed |
Ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat |
Strapped with my crew and my niggas and all that |
Down for whatever, niggas straight rowdy |
Ask any motherfucker in America they’ll tell ya, we bout it |
Soldiers out there tech, bustin don’t think |
Lose ya life if you blink |
Fuckin with them soldiers on the tank, cause |
Chorus: Master P |
We No Limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 8X) |
Verse Two: Silkk the Shocker |
Let’s get ready to rumble, them niggas stumble |
Hit em with left blows |
Fuck it got death blows |
Ready to got to war? |
Let’s go! |
We killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, fuck it |
No Limit soldiers, close your eyes |
Now picture me foldin dollar bills |
I stay fuckin Tru, nigga fuck it, nigga do ya |
Nigga I come to life and I scare all y’all bustas like Freddy Kruger |
Gangstafied nigga, true to the game nigga |
Stay fuckin pullin triggas, fuck up all y’all niggas |
Cause I’m so fuckin T-R-U, representin I thought you knew |
Cause killas killas killas |
That’s all I be around, nigga fuckin fool |
About face, this No Limit soldier |
One to the two to the three (hah hah) |
Nigga I tried to told ya |
Everybody quiet… while I load up this rifle (attention!) |
Now all my soldiers start fightin |
It’s time -- to go deep cover |
Lethal Weapon like Danny Glover, smother like jelly |
Really, go deep like Jim Kelly |
Fuck it, all y’all bustas open up y’all belly |
Think we playin bitch, well we ain’t |
I heard we had drama motherfucker |
Put up the Benz and now we drive the tank |
Cause all I want to be was a soldier |
All I want to be was a soldier, soldier |
Verse Three: C-Murder |
I’m a No Limit motherfuckin soldier till I die |
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face |
I ain’t scared to die, bitch like I said before, ho |
3rd Ward, I’m from that motherfuckin Calliope |
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers |
Transformin wimpy ass niggas into killers |
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows oversea |
Bringing bitches to the telly, put them hoes upon they knees |
Gangstafied, like my motherfuckin homies Kane and Abel |
No Limit, the world’s number one fuckin rap label (worldwide) |
Competition get smoked like we smokin blunts |
I take a playa hata and knock out his fuckin fronts |
Dope slanga, now I’m slangin CD’s |
A million records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keys |
TRU tattooed on my back bitch thats my click |
Ready to hop into some motherfuckin gangsta shit |
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain’t scared of nobody |
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti |
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me |
But if ya talk shit, bitch ya betta kill me |
Like Skull I’m a hoodlum 4 life, I told ya |
We be some motherfuckin No Limit TRU soldiers |
Verse Four: Mia X |
Hard times got my mind on cock, and massive thoughts be the plot |
Top priorities the family dope and royalty |
My loyalty, fiends with a gang of true niggas |
No colors, just a bunch of ignorant motherfuckers |
Trust my pen is an infa-red |
Hollow-tips be my lyrics dipped in venom when I send em |
They split ya head (pssssh) wide open |
My rhymes on fire blood, but you can’t smoke ne’er a one |
Don’t try to come, don’t even touch the mic |
My shit so tight, it’s more correct than right, when I recite |
Absolutely, you booty-ass hoes and niggas |
Perpetratin behind water gun triggers |
Hurry up and figure out that studio Gotti’s catch hotties to the mouth |
Who got that clout, don’t act surprised cause it’s that bitch from the South |
Mia X hoes, you don’t want no problems |
Get so much respect, even yo' niggas call me momma, the biggest one |
To come stompin out the N.O., the crescent |
Testin, chin-checkin, wreckin when I’m flexin on your WHOLE crew |
Who wants to go to war with this lyrical arsenist |
Ya talkin shit, I’ll having ya runnin for the thesaurus, cause I’m walkin wit |
The big dogs without hesitation, Unlady Like as ever |
Full of, verbal annhilation |
Escaping, po-po's chasin, want ta catch me but they cain’t |
I made em think, and now they too scared to run up on the tank |
No Limit, you can start it, but we niggas is the hardest |
To deal wit, keeps the steel, and the plastics to peel wit |
In reach, so we can touch yo' ass |
And leave a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiers |
I thought I told ya |
TRU niggas wave ya guns, show ya tattoos |
Soldiers foe life nigga |
Jumpin off the tank |
Stay true to the gizame |