Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit shit
Yeah..
We got my nigga Fiend in the house
C-Murder in this motherfucker
Mystikal all up in this bitch
Goldie Loc, hm-hmm
My nephew Silkk the Shocker
Oh yeah, we got somethin for the ladies too
Mia X, run this bitch
Lyrical arsonist, lady alligator
Down South, hustler, former weight smuggler
Im Mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an army
Guerilla millionaires, so dont even ask, if you wanna
get to clappin, soldier action specialty of style
We made the whole world respect the underground while
some of yall niggaz talk shit and get mad
Cause we did it with a foot up your ass, and its still there
I cares not about your click or the block
Im still that same bitch to run up in your spot and knock you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggaz by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missin the game, damn bitch its written in plain ebonics
So shake that come-up off you brain and do the knowledge
Mia X, kickin off the ghetto symphony
Next soldier up, tell em who the FUCK you be
WHUT? Its Fiend yall
Put me in the ring with real MCs, and watch em run for cover
and hidin in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on
Bleed on, exceed on!
Weak rappers with titles after twelve
Hit a bell thats what Ill feed on!
Microphone Don, walkin flesh, talkin bomb
Bringin harm, to the calm, and, them be alarmed
Its the African, oh, you wanna battle again?
Ill turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans
Oh damn, totin two pistols like Yosemite Sam
Old man be grand, loud as the Southern band
Pickups and caravans, the soldier, that could, that can
I would be the man, but Dogg beat me to them plans
Next up, on the M-I-C
C-Murder, get busy for the symphony
I bes that nigga on the tank, always trippin never slippin
Have you reminiscin and missin, that fool in your picture
Call me Bossalinie BITCH without the Mos at shows
And FUCK dose who oppose (why?) we runnin them hoes
three-hundred and sixty-five motherfuckin days a year
I have your fool staggerin just like a bottle of beer
You niggaz runnin from the cops, well I aint runnin no mo
I flip the bird when I swerve, man, FUCK them hoes
Im crazy my nagga, but uh, I thought yall knew that, shit
Oh you aint see the news? Shit Im the nigga with the TRU tat
Ask my nigga Keno, shit, I just dont give a fuck
And if you run up wrong, Ima fuck you up, you bitch you
Next up, on the M-I-C
Silkk the Shocker get busy on the symphony
Now would I COME THIS FAR FUCKER? If I didnt sound like a hit
Yall didnt know what the fuck yall thinkin bout
You sound like a bitch (beotch!)
Shit it sound like a wish, you know when you got a motherfuckin hit,
bitch?? When it sound like this!
Or you fake niggaz get enough heart, and try to bust a
rhyme at this click
Fuck around and miss, then fuck around and get
found in a ditch
Gotta labels give me dough, when they find I can, gross this much
Freestyle shit, you can tell em I aint, wrote this stuff
Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, Snoop and Dre nigga
Yall can relate to ??? ??? get a contract like, MJ nigga
Nigga where you from? You sweata, FUCK YOU AT?
N-O-L-I-M-I-T, Top Dogg, and Im FUCKIN with that
Next up, on the M-I-C
Mystikal get busy on the symphony
WHOO SHIT MOTHERFUCKER GOD DAMN!!
I keep it HYYYYYYPE, BITCH IM THE MAN!
When the FUCK you ever heard somebody say that they dont say my song
or that I dont roll on every fuckin person RAPPIN ON
(That nigga Mystikal tighter than a muhfucker) HAHHHHH?
I came up off of _Peter Piper_ bells and the LLs _Bad_
??Nee?? nigga to be pissed off with me
cause their old lady they call me their baby
MCs pilin up and crowdin up, but Im their FAVORITE
The type to fly buyin a Z-28 IROC
And chop you in your motherfuckin face (HIII-YAH)
Your album aint tite, WHAT IN THE FUCK IS YOU PUSHIN?
You played out just like old woman pussy
Next up, on the M-I-C
Goldie Loc, get busy on the symphony
Now watch me put these haters to the test, accumulatin with my stress
Fold em fuck em fifty, get the shit up off my chest
Releasin anger, all natural gangsta energy
Goldie Loc the name, Dogg House game
Motherfuckers better start backin up (whattup whattup)
We in the Tank punk busters, motherfuckers dont wanna see us locd up
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the same thang
Smashin for the hood, cause I wanted to gangbang
Last up, I believe thats me
Snoop Dogg, light up the mic for the symphony
This jam is dedicated to all non-optimistics
That thought I wasnt comin, out with some exquisite, rhymes
But thats OK, cause now Im back
To kill all the rumors, and straighten the facts
Like umm, doin bad, gettin ganked for my bank
Now you all on my dick when you see Im TRU Tank Dogg
You say, "Mmmm mmm mmm! Aint that somethin
Dogg I bought yo album, my nigga, that shit is bumpin
I apologize, Im sorry for the drama
Can I get your autograph for my baby momma?"
Shit Im settin it off, lettin it off, bustin
Hustlin, rushin, dustin motherfuckers
Droppin the heat, lock up the street, we posed to
I put this pistol in your mouth, now what you gon do?
Top of the line, first class
I pop a cap in yo ass, then pop some more in the glass
Too legit to quit, Im spittin gangsta shit
Man fuck all that yappin, we bout that gun clappin
No Limit, yeah, thats whats happenin
Fuck all that yappin, we bout that gun clappin
Yeah
In the real world, talk is cheap
Actions speak louder than words
No Limit Records, here to protect and serve
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