tru – no limit soldier (club mix) lyrics
[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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