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tru - no limit soldier (club mix) lyrics

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[master p]

whazzup with all yall tru n-gg-z

uuhhh, at ease!

and truettes

rest of my soldiers out there, kevin miller

this ya motherf-ckin colonel

rest in peace tupac

of the motherf-ckin team

and all yall up there soldiers

whazzup big boz, n-gg-!

master p

i got c-murder with me

t-scot

l.d.

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. d-ck

craig b

hope n-gg-!

so b-tch 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 yall motherf-ckin tru soldiers

verse one: master p

n-gg-, im bustin me locs, but im hittin em down with jokes

yall n-gg-z on the rope, got your hoe on da scope

b-tches watching me, jockin me, n-gg- blockin me, c-ckin me

cause im the hardest motherf-cker, out here rockin

i got the game in shades, got the n-gg-z in blades

i got them hoes on a raid, because the n-gg- gettin paid

ive got, n-gg-z from coast, slangin my dope

got n-gg-z and gs, and rollin keys keys to record stos

get paid wit fatals, n-gg-z harder than cato

n-gg- turnin the tables, but n-gg-z livin like potatoes

get chopped up in game, n-gg-z runnin my name

master p up in chain, is he dead hes a man

but i be bustin, hustlin, n-gg-z aint trustin

im a soldier, thats why n-gg-z aint trustin

no b-tch or no n-gg-, hoe 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 att-tudes, but ready to die

cause chickens get plucked, hoes get f-cked

turkeys get stuck, and n-gg-z get cuffed

ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat

strapped with my crew and my n-gg-z and all that

down for whatever, n-gg-z straight rowdy

ask any motherf-cker in america theyll tell ya, we bout it

soldiers out there tech, bustin dont think

lose ya life if you blink

f-ckin 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

lets get ready to rumble, them n-gg-z stumble

hit em with left blows

f-ck it got death blows

ready to got to war?lets go!

we killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, f-ck it

no limit soldiers, close your eyes

now picture me foldin dollar bills

i stay f-ckin tru, n-gg- f-ck it, n-gg- do ya

n-gg- i come to life and i scare all yall bustas like freddy kruger

gangstafied n-gg-, true to the game n-gg-

stay f-ckin pullin triggas, f-ck up all yall n-gg-z

cause im so f-ckin t-r-u, representin i thought you knew

cause killas killas killas

thats all i be around, n-gg- f-ckin fool

about face, this no limit soldier

one to the two to the three (hah hah)

n-gg- i tried to told ya

everybody quiet…. while i load up this rifle (attention!)

now all my soldiers start fightin

its time — to go deep cover

get to whoopin like danny glover, smother like jelly

really, go deep like jim kelly

f-ck it, all yall bustas open up yall belly

think we playin b-tch, well we aint

i heard we had drama motherf-cker

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

chorus 1/2

verse three: c-murder

im a no limit motherf-ckin soldier till i die

we run this place, and i say the same sh-t, with a gun up in my face

i aint scared to die, b-tch like i said before, hoe

3rd ward, im from that motherf-ckin calliope

projects supported worldwide by drug dealers

transformin wimpy -ss n-gg-z into killers

taking over, worldwide, doin shows oversea

bringing b-tches to the telly, put them hoes upon they knees

gangstafied, like my motherf-ckin homies kane and abel

no limit, the worlds number one f-ckin rap label (worldwide)

compet-tion get smoked like we smokin blunts

i take a playa hata and knock out his f-ckin fronts

dope slanga, now im slangin cds

a million records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keys

tru tattooed on my back b-tch thats my click

ready to hop into some motherf-ckin gangsta sh-t

i say no limit loud, cause we aint scared of n-body

organized by p or should i say, john gotti

real n-gg-z, put ya guns up if ya feel me

but if ya talk sh-t, b-tch ya betta kill me

like skull im a hoodlum 4 life, i told ya

we be some motherf-ckin no limit tru soldiers

chorus 1/2

verse four: mia x

hard times got my mind on c-ck, and m-ssive thoughts be the plot

top priorities the family dope and royalty

my loyalty, fiends with a gang of true n-gg-z

no colors, just a bunch of ignorant motherf-ckers

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 cant smoke neer a one

dont try to come, dont even touch the mic

my sh-t so tight, its more correct than right, when i recite

absolutely, you booty–ss hoes and n-gg-z

perpetratin behind water gun triggers

hurry up and figure out that studio gottis catch hotties to the mouth

who got that clout, dont act surprised cause its that b-tch from the south

mia x hoes, you dont want no problems

get so much respect, even yo n-gg-z call me momma, the biggest one

to come stompin out the n.o., the crescent

testin, chin-checkin, wreckin when im flexin on your whole crew

who wants to go to war with this lyrical -rs-nist

ya talkin sh-t, ill having ya runnin for the thesaurus, cause im walkin wit

the big dogs without hesitation, unlady like as ever

full of, verbal annhilation

escaping, po-pos chasin, want ta catch me but they caint

i made em think, and now they too scared to run up on the tank

no limit, you can start it, but we n-gg-z is the hardest

to deal wit, keeps the steel, and the plastics to peel wit

in reach, so we can touch yo -ss

and leave a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiers

chorus 3/4

i thought i told ya

tru n-gg-z wave ya guns, show ya tattoos

soldiers foe life n-gg-

jumpin off the tank

stay true to the gizame



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