| What you need, need
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| We got it, got it Nigga, you know what the fuck I came for
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| I’m wearing this fucking tank
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| Now tell me, the fuck you stand for
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| N-O-L-I-M-I-T, S-E-R and V Niggaz salute the Colonel
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| Nigga, I’m the lieutenant, don’t give a fuck
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| So, nigga, bow to me The banging one in the clique
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| Fuck your sound and your bitch
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| Nigga, this platinum Beats By The Pound shit
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| A soldier marching with his knees high
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| 1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4 to the 5
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| >From gang-signs to gun-fights
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| Bitch, I done done it When it comes to these streets and this music mothafucka
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| No Limit run it Nigga, three number one’s
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| Took 2 and a 3 and a 4 and a 5
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| Shit, in the same year
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| So if your label can say the same shit
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| How the fuck you came here?
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| I done did from Chi-town to Montgomery
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| I’d rather lose my life than let you bitches run me I know what I came for
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| So, what you looking for? |
| (What you looking for?)
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| What you looking for?
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| I know what I came for
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| What you looking for?
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| What in Sam Hill are you thinking?
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| If you step to us, you won’t be left stanking
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| Big Ed, the assassin
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| Captain of the tank is my rank
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| Step through your hood like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
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| Mowed with Tech’s, camouflage gear from the toes to the neck
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| Niggaz don’t always know, niggaz still sleep on my lyrical capacity
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| That’s when I smoke em like Turbulence, bust on mics,
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| And cause tragedy
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| Ain’t no presence w/ these, park 3's, and sow his knees
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| Lyricists tuck on my sleeves after verbals like these
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| Big Ed be puttin’it down like that w/ a 50 Caliber
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| Niggaz runnin’on rides wit ya, but hangin’wit a bunch of rowdy niggaz
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| With a rowdy manager
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| If you want the hook-up, we got it Don’t make me BLAST at ya!
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| When it comes to a bunch of No Limit soldiers, we’ll dirty-dance witcha!
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| It’s a WAR!!! |
| But I’m in the tank, nigga
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| Just can’t lose, it’s this clique of No Limit soldiers
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| Giving you fools the blues
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| I refuse to lose, so I choose my moves
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| Smoking the cooool
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| Precisely selecting my 2's
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| Don’t play by the rules!
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| Busting first, leaving niggaz wetter
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| Jump in my Cadillac and then I jetta
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| If it’s a setup, I’m a call my squad of head-bustaz and wig-splitters
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| Hope you ready for war cuz these niggaz ain’t bull-shitters
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| TRU NIGGAZ!!! |
| We can’t fucking stand the rain!
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| Bringing the pain, mentally destroying your game
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| It must be the matches that I’m giving
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| Or could it be my deliverance?
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| That got you niggaz shivering while my tank is glistening
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| Picture this, a new era, and we on top of this rappin'
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| Ain’t no use in you fightin'
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| Cuz ain’t no stoppin’what’s supposed to happen!!!
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| Posted by ckbarlow@msn.com
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| Mr. Serv-On, Big Ed, Fiend, &Magic appear courtesy of No Limit Records,
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| LLC. |
| (1998) |