[Fiend]
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Womp womp!
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It's that, it's that nigga.
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Womp womp!
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Mr. Serv-On in this nigga.
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Womp womp!
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KLC on the beat.
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It's Mr. (womp)
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Chorus
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I'm a No Limit tank nigga, tank nigga (do you what)
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Actin bad, blowin dank nigga, dank nigga
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You wanna war get stank nigga, stank nigga
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And we ain't dying cause we aint nigga, we can't nigga x2
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[Mr. Serv-On]
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Let's be realistic, if I slap the fuck out ya would you talk about it
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Better yet, if I come to your motherfuckin house
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Fuck your wife, piss on your grass, kick your dog would you cry about it
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No doubt about it nigga, I'm a fuckin soldier
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If one of us die nigga we roll the body over, kiss the tank
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And pray to the motherfuckin ghetto saint
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Be afraid to die bitch, I can't
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Put a pistol to my head, why the fuck should I be scared, I'm heartless
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I'm tired of doin three consectutive lifetimes, nigga respect this
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I don't give a fuck about your life
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I cut your motherfuckin wrist twice
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Spray, all your homies bleed and make you scream through the motherfuckin
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night
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I put it down like my homie Big Ed, I put it down like that
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Nigga fuck that, I never leave my motherfuckin house without a motherfuckin
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strap
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So I don't give a fuck if you north, west, south or east
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Nigga disrespect the tank and believe me nigga I'm a put one in your chest
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Nigga I'm the No Limit fuckin beast
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[Fiend]
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Chorus
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[C-Murder]
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Get em up cause we never die motherfuka
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I be the dumb nigga causing all the rucka
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C-Murder's my name and it's a shame how I make niggas past tense
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And leave em bleeding cause I ain't got no motherfuckin sense
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We hit the soundscan harder then a land mine
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I drop a disc and Blockbusters start forming lines
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>From the north to the south to the east to the west
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I'm a tank nigga, respect my tank up on my chest
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[Fiend]
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I'm the motherfuckin baddest alive, ya heard me, and I meant it
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Nuttin but me and know that Fiend gonna represent it
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Independent like No Limit, you can start it I'm a finish
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Picture paragraph indented, thinkin that I'm timid
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I'm in the book of Guiness for leaving all my pray attended
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And a niggas ass for playin with my spinach
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Get to mixing like a chemist, if it's personal or business
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Blame on my cut throat act, signed the sharpest nigga
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Chorus
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[Mac]
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Who's that wanna murder Mac, niggas thinkin it's sweet
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Thinkin I'm a killer just on beats but not no killer in streets
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I'm World War three'ing, bustin at niggas like niggas Korean
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Me and my niggas, ride wit us or die wit us (woooooooo)
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I represent the shell shocked niggas, point me to his block nigga
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If I can't find ya murder your pops nigga
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No Limit soldier for life, they couldn't hold me
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I never die wodie, that's what my psychic friends told me
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[Lil Souljas]
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I'm a soldier camoflauge my reproitore, seven guards
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Tell the world who we are, leave the war without a scar
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I been doin this, TRU to this, call your friends, make a wish
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Singin tight when it come to this
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Ain't no limit, keep coming, competition running
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Moon to sun and, I can, you better come in
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Specialist, you testin this, the best of this
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The more you might wanna diss
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My tank says No Limit bitch
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[Fiend]
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Chorus
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[Mia X]
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Four star major general, bitch of the tank
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Boss hard and souljarette, known for washin all of the dank
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Legitimize, monopolize, roadblock when we gotta
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Guerilla force, black power, I racotta on top
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It's mama drama and I'm ready for war
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Your goin mine and leave em in chalk lines when I throw off
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Show off and sho nuff we rip the
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N-O L-I-M-I-T and leave em testin shit up
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[Big Ed]
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There's no one seein me when I'm comin, red rummin
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Bust you open in front of your woman
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Wear shades when I'm in the hummer, your done in, ain't no use in runnin
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Assassin, got you boxed up, the smoke infrared got you locked up
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Shoot your block up, bust your world like Tupac
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I bring the fire like ?????, ain't went hardheaded bar brawler
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I get to shooting revolvers, 450 for problem solvers
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But I bust back, lemme hear the sound, of the clack clack
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Nigga make some room, back back
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| No Limit sol |
