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Chorus: [Fiend]
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What 'cha need, need
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We got it, got it (4Xs)
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[Mr. Serv-On]
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Ahh! Nigga you know what the fuck I came fo'!
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I'm wearin this fuckin' Tank
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Now tell me (what) the fuck it stands fo'!
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N-O-L-I-M-I-T, S-E-R-V
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Nigga salute the colonel
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Nigga I'm lieutenant, don't give fuck
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So nigga bow to me
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Bangin' one of the click
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Fuck yo' sound and yo' bitch
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Nigga it's platinum Beats by Pound shit
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A soldier marchin' wit' his knees high
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1 to da 2 to da 3 to da 4 to da 5
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From gang signs and gun fights
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Bitch I den done it
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When it comes to da streets to da music mutha fucka
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NO LIMIT RUN IT!!
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Nigga three #1's to da 2 to da 3 and a 4 and a 5
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In the same year
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So if yo' label can't tell ya da same shit
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Then why in the fuck you came here
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I den did it from Chi-town, Montgomery
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I rather lose my life before I let you bitches run me
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I know what I came for, so what 'cha lookin' for
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What 'cha came for.......
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(Chorus 2Xs)
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[Big Ed]
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What in Sam Hill are you thinkin'
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If you step to us, you want be left stankin
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Big Ed "The Assassin," Captain of the Tank is my rank
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Step through yo' hood like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
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Totin' two techs, camoflauged gear from toe to neck
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Niggas don't know when niggas can sleep on my lyical capacity
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That's when I swoop 'em like turbulence
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Bust on mics and cause tragedy
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The presents of thieves, hearts breeze and souls leave
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If you stomp on my stees after verbals like these
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Big Ed be puttin' it down like that
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Wit' a fifty calibre
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Niggas run off wild at 'cha
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Why dey hang wit a bunch of niggas wit' a rowdy manager
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If you want the hook-up, we got it
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Don't make me blast at 'cha
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But if ya come short buncha No Limit Soldiers dirty dance wit'cha
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(Chorus 2Xs)
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[Magic]
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It's a WAR!! But I in da Tank nigga
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Just can't lose
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It's dis click of No Limit Soldiers givin' you fools the flu
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I refuse to lose so I choose my move
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Smokin a Kool, precicely selectin' my tool
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Don't play by the rule, bustin first
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Leavin' niggas wet up
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Jump in my Cadillac and then I jet up
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If it's a set up I'ma call a squad of head bustas and wig splittas
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Hope you ready to war cause these ain't bullshittas
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TRU niggas we can fuckin' stand the rain
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By bringin the pain, mentally destroyin' yo' game
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Must be the Magic that I'm givin' or could it be my deliverence
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That got you niggas shiverin' or my Tank is glistenin'
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Picture this, a new era and we on top of rappin'
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Aint no use to you fightin' cause ain't no stoppin' what's suppose to happen
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(Chorus until fade)
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We Got It
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| Mr. Serv-On, Big Ed, Magic, Fi |
