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Yo nephew, give me some of that no limit shitYeah, we got my nigga Fiend in the houseC-Murder in this motherfucker, Mystikal all up in this bitchGoldie Loc, mm, mm, my nephew Silkk the ShockerOh yeah, we got somethin' for the ladies tooMia X, run this bitchLyrical arsonist, lady alligatorDown South, hustler, former weight smugglerI'm mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an armyGuerrilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you wannaGet to clappin', soldier action specialty of styleWe made the whole world respect the underground whileSome of y'all niggaz talk shit and get mad'Cause we did it with a foot up your ass and it's still thereI cares not about your click or your blockI'm still that same bitch to run up in your spot and knock you offBroad, with the cause, bitch on a missionKeep them niggaz by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin'Missin' the game, damn bitch it's written in plain EbonicsSo shake that come-up off you brain and do the knowledgeMia X, kickin' off the ghetto symphonyNext soldier up, tell 'em who the fuck you be(What? It's Fiend y'all)Put me in the ring with real MC's and watch 'em run for coverAnd hidin' in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe onBleed on, exceed onWeak rappers with titles after twelveHit a bell that's what I'll feed onMicrophone Don, walkin' flesh, talkin' bombBringin' harm, to the calm and, them be alarmedIt's the African, oh, you wanna battle again?I'll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plansOh damn, totin' two pistols like Yosemite SamOld man be grand, loud as the Southern bandPickups and caravans, the soldier, that could, that canI would be the man but God beat me to them plansNext up, on the M I CC-Murder, get busy for the symphonyI be's that nigga on the tank, always trippin' never slippin'Have you reminiscin' and missin', that fool in your pictureCall me Bossalinie bitch without the Mo's at showsAnd fuck dose who oppose we runnin' them hoes365 motherfuckin' days a yearI have your fool staggerin' just like a bottle of beerYou niggaz runnin' from the cops, well I ain't runnin' no mo'I flip the bird when I swerve, man, fuck them hoesI'm crazy my nagga but uh, I thought y'all knew that, shitOh you ain't see the news? Shit I'm the nigga with the TRU tatAsk my nigga Keno, shit, I just don't give a fuckAnd if you run up wrong, I'ma fuck you up, you bitch youNext up, on the M I CSilkk the Shocker get busy on the symphonyNow when I come this far fucker, don't it sound like a hit?Y'all didn't know what the fuck y'all thinkin' 'boutYou sound like a bitch(Beotch!)Shit it sound like a wish, you know when you got aMotherfuckin' hit bitch? When it sound like thisOr you fake niggaz get enough heart, and try toBust a rhyme at this clipFuck around and miss, then fuck around and get found in a ditchGotta labels give me dough, when they find I can, gross this muchFreestyle shit, you can tell em I ain't, wrote this stuffSilkk the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, Snoop and Dre niggaY'all can relate to [unverified] get a contract like, MJ niggaIt ain't where you from, it's where the fuck you atN O L I M I T, Top Dogg, and I'm fuckin' with thatNext up, on the M I CMystikal get busy on the symphonyWho shit motherfucker goddamnI keep it hype, bitch I'm the manWhen the fuck you ever heard somebody sayThat they don't say my songOr that I don't roll on every fuckin' verse I'm rappin' on(That nigga Mystikal tighter than a muh'fucker)Ha, ha?I came up off of Peter Piper bells and the LL's badNee nigga to be pissed off with me'Cause their old lady they call me their babyMC's pilin' up and crowdin' up but I'm their favoriteThe type to fly buyin' a Z-28 IROCAnd chop you in your motherfuckin' face(Hii, yah)Your album ain't tite, what in the fuck is you pushin'?You played out just like old woman pussyNext up, on the M I CGoldie Loc, get busy on the symphonyNow watch me put these haters to the test, accumulatin' with my stressFold 'em fuck 'em fifty, get the shit up off my chestReleasin' anger, all natural gangsta energyGoldie Loc the name, Dogg House gameMotherfuckers better start backin' up(Whattup whattup)We in the Tank punk bustersMotherfuckers don't wanna see us loc'd upLittle Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the same thangSmashin' for the hood, 'cause I wanted to gang bangLast up, I believe that's meSnoop Dogg, light up the mic for the symphonyThis jam is dedicated to all non optimisticsThat thought I wasn't comin', out with some exquisite, rhymesBut that's okay, 'cause now I'm backTo kill all the rumors and straighten the factsLike I'm, doin' bad, gettin' ganked for my bankNow you all on my dick when you see I'm TRU Tank DoggYou say, "Mm, mm, mm, ain't that somethin'Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, that shit is bumpin'I apologize, I'm sorry for the dramaCan I get your autograph for my baby momma?"Shit I'm settin' it off, lettin' it off, bustin'Hustlin', rushin', dustin' motherfuckersDroppin' the heat, lock up the street, we 'posed toI put this pistol in your mouth, now what you gon' do?Top of the line, first classI pop a cap in yo' ass, then pop some more in the glassToo legit to quit, I'm spittin' gangsta shitMan fuck all that yappin', we bout that gun clappin'No Limit, yeah, that's what's happenin'Fuck all that yappin', we bout that gun clappin', yeahIn the real world, talk is cheap, actions speak louder than wordsNo Limit Records, here to protect and serve
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