Текст песни Tru - No Limit Soldiers, слова песни Tru

Текст песни Tru - No Limit Soldiers

Tru - No Limit Soldiers слова песни

[master p]Whazzup with all yall tru niggazUuhhh, at ease!And truettesRest of my soldiers out there, kevin millerThis ya motherfuckin colonelRest in peace tupacOf the motherfuckin teamAnd all yall up there soldiersWhazzup big boz, nigga!Master pI got c-murder with meT-scotL.d.Silkk the shockerBig moGangsta tAnd you know what? Big manWe no limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 6x)Mr. serv onMia xKlcMo b. dickCraig bHope nigga!So bitch get ya mind right -- I thought I told ya (repeat 2x)Kane and abelSkull duggeryWe no limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 2x)T-r-uAll yall motherfuckin tru soldiersVerse one: master pNigga, Im bustin me locs, but Im hittin em down with jokesYall niggaz on the rope, got your hoe on da scopeBitches watching me, jockin me, nigga blockin me, cockin meCause Im the hardest motherfucker, out here rockinI got the game in shades, got the niggaz in bladesI got them hoes on a raid, because the nigga gettin paidIve got, niggaz from coast, slangin my dopeGot niggaz and gs, and rollin keys keys to record stosGet paid wit fatals, niggaz harder than catoNigga turnin the tables, but niggaz livin like potatoesGet chopped up in game, niggaz runnin my nameMaster p up in chain, is he dead hes a manBut I be bustin, hustlin, niggaz aint trustinIm a soldier, thats why niggaz aint trustinNo bitch or no nigga, hoe or no suckaFiend or no clucker, but ready to hustleWith boulders, bigga than yo shouldersRunnin from the rollers, gone on that dojaCause cowards despise, soldiers we rideKillers with attitudes, but ready to dieCause chickens get plucked, hoes get fuckedTurkeys get stuck, and niggaz get cuffedReady for combat, my gat with my hard hatStrapped with my crew and my niggaz and all thatDown for whatever, niggaz straight rowdyAsk any motherfucker in america theyll tell ya, we bout itSoldiers out there tech, bustin dont thinkLose ya life if you blinkFuckin with them soldiers on the tank, causeChorus: master pWe no limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 8x)Verse two: silkk the shockerLets get ready to rumble, them niggaz stumbleHit em with left blowsFuck it got death blowsReady to got to war? lets go!We killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, fuck itNo limit soldiers, close your eyesNow picture me foldin dollar billsI stay fuckin tru, nigga fuck it, nigga do yaNigga I come to life and I scare all yall bustas like freddy krugerGangstafied nigga, true to the game niggaStay fuckin pullin triggas, fuck up all yall niggazCause Im so fuckin t-r-u, representin I thought you knewCause killas killas killasThats all I be around, nigga fuckin foolAbout face, this no limit soldierOne to the two to the three (hah hah)Nigga I tried to told yaEverybody quiet.... while I load up this rifle (attention!)Now all my soldiers start fightinIts time -- to go deep coverGet to whoopin like danny glover, smother like jellyReally, go deep like jim kellyFuck it, all yall bustas open up yall bellyThink we playin bitch, well we aintI heard we had drama motherfuckerPut up the benz and now we drive the tankCause all I want to be was a soldierAll I want to be was a soldier, soldierChorus 1/2Verse three: c-murderIm a no limit motherfuckin soldier till I dieWe run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my faceI aint scared to die, bitch like I said before, hoe3rd ward, Im from that motherfuckin calliopeProjects supported worldwide by drug dealersTransformin wimpy ass niggaz into killersTaking over, worldwide, doin shows overseaBringing bitches to the telly, put them hoes upon they kneesGangstafied, like my motherfuckin homies kane and abelNo limit, the worlds number one fuckin rap label (worldwide)Competition get smoked like we smokin bluntsI take a playa hata and knock out his fuckin frontsDope slanga, now Im slangin cdsA million records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keysTru tattooed on my back bitch thats my clickReady to hop into some motherfuckin gangsta shitI say no limit loud, cause we aint scared of nobodyOrganized by p or should I say, john gottiReal niggaz, put ya guns up if ya feel meBut if ya talk shit, bitch ya betta kill meLike skull Im a hoodlum 4 life, I told yaWe be some motherfuckin no limit tru soldiersChorus 1/2Verse four: mia xHard times got my mind on cock, and massive thoughts be the plotTop priorities the family dope and royaltyMy loyalty, fiends with a gang of true niggazNo colors, just a bunch of ignorant motherfuckersTrust my pen is an infa-redHollow-tips be my lyrics dipped in venom when I send emThey split ya head (pssssh) wide openMy rhymes on fire blood, but you cant smoke neer a oneDont try to come, dont even touch the micMy shit so tight, its more correct than right, when I reciteAbsolutely, you booty-ass hoes and niggazPerpetratin behind water gun triggersHurry up and figure out that studio gottis catch hotties to the mouthWho got that clout, dont act surprised cause its that bitch from the southMia x hoes, you dont want no problemsGet so much respect, even yo niggaz call me momma, the biggest oneTo come stompin out the n.o., the crescentTestin, chin-checkin, wreckin when Im flexin on your whole crewWho wants to go to war with this lyrical arsenistYa talkin shit, Ill having ya runnin for the thesaurus, cause Im walkin witThe big dogs without hesitation, unlady like as everFull of, verbal annhilationEscaping, po-pos chasin, want ta catch me but they caintI made em think, and now they too scared to run up on the tankNo limit, you can start it, but we niggaz is the hardestTo deal wit, keeps the steel, and the plastics to peel witIn reach, so we can touch yo assAnd leave a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiersChorus 3/4I thought I told yaTru niggaz wave ya guns, show ya tattoosSoldiers foe life niggaJumpin off the tankStay true to the gizame

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No Limit Soldiers

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