Текст песни Mia X w TRU (Master P, C-Murder, Silkk) - Unlady Like
Mia X w TRU (Master P, C-Murder, Silkk) - Unlady Like слова песни
What`s up all ya`ll real soldiers? (Uuunnnggghhh!!!)All ya`ll niggaz in Baton Rouge. (It`s MP, MP! MP)Shreveport. (the muthafuckin colonel)Alabama. (The Colonel!)Kansas. And it`s time to salute. (At ease!)North Carolina. South Carolina.The first muthafuckin lady of the tank!(on the muthafuckin tank!) The tank! (Feel this!)Detroit. The hardest bitch you ever heard!(the hardest bitch you ever heard) D.C. (Uuunnnggghhh) Mia X!(Mia X!) Mia X! Unlady Like! (Unlady Like!) Unlady Like!Chorus: repeat 3XYou don`t wanna, go to war with a soldierNo Limit, TRU nigga, I thought I told ya![Mia X]Mamma! Four star lady general, picture the tankI represent, get ya bucked, and I ain`t to be fucked withNigga, lyrical, lyrical, ghetto she-devilBelow the sea level (New Orleans) chills the illest sistaQuick to get ya tangled in my web of gangsta picturesDescriptive vocals, who`s the black widow I flow toRed Sea, flooded the rap in the streets, started the weekAnd got my props in and out of bloody cheddar cheeseBetta keep yo negativity about No Limit on the underMy verbal warfare will shake that ass like thunderI thunder, man, they wanna be bad hoes, so ask yo-self, Can you handle any physical encounters with moi?Huh? My thug entourage lives for rollin them blunts, Totin them guns, tearin shit up, what? There is no street bitch, rollin with niggas, Flowin with niggas, holdin they own with niggasLike Mama Mia, and her kid sistaLady Smith and Wesson, 9 milli-heata splittaForever with the, TRU soldiers, till I dieWe gon ride, smoke weed, and drop lyrical keysChorus (2X)[Master P]??? Reebok, laced up, strapped with my hardhatArmy fatigues, strapped, and I`m ready for combatFool, I got that ghetto sold like ?Lebanon?And P be the commander, chief, call me the black Sylvester StalloneEyes ever red, cause I`m gon off that doljaRaise ya guns high if you a No Limit SoldierFool, till I die, I`m a represent the tank,A colonel`s any nigga in the ghetto makin bankGats cocked for hatas, suckas can`t fade usGot niggaz representin from Louis, Florida, to VegasMississippi to Oklahoma, New Orleans to CaliforniaCleveland, Ohio, Atlanta to TacomaTexas, Evansville, to fuck it, Indianapolis, AugustaNiggaz rowdy, just bout that cabbage,Gats TRUed up, gon off that green and hennesyLike Pac say, fool, keep ya fuckin eyes on ya enemiesI be dunkin niggaz in the hood just like StackhouseI`m known, any nigga in the ghettocould say "ungh!" and watch hoes pass outChorus (2X)[C-Murder]Bitch I`m breakin bread with muthafuckin killasAnd I`m slangin tapes, to muthafuckin drug dealasAnd I`m representin, No Limit to the fullestTRU nigga till I`m dead, gimme the trigga, I`m gon pull itNigga pass the weed, cause I`m bout to get highAnd hatas watch ya ass, cause ya ass is gonna dieWe be No Limit niggaz, and we bout itWe come to a club, and get the muthafucka rowdyBitch, I`m TRUed up, cause I`m in itP is the colonel, I`m the muthafuckin lieutenantSoldiersChorus (2X)[Silkk]Ya`ll don`t wanna go to warCause I`m off the muthafuckin tank, bitchYa`ll think ya`ll could, ya`ll can`t hangBitch, I`m a tell ya as a fact, ya`ll can`t, bitchMilitary mind, or should I say military schemesCount my fly radio ??? pull a hit off in the daytime without bein seenCause I`m a N-O, L-I, M-I-T soldierI tried and told ya, fuck repeatin myself overNiggaz start runnin, I start bustin, niggaz be hidin and duckinYou could be off and rushin, I got problems still can touch yaNigga fuck ya, no bustas, just soldiers and hustlasI`m good with my gun, but if it jams I resort to my knucklesCause if you ain`t a soldier, then you ain`t shitAnd if you ain`t a soldier, then what`s yo purpose, bitch?Chorus (2X)