- Tru No Limit Soldiers 歌词
- Tru
- Whazzup with all y'all tru *************z
Uuhhh, at ease!
And truettes
Rest of my soldiers out there, kevin miller
This ya mother****** colonel
Rest in peace tupac
Of the mother****** team
And all y'all up there soldiers
Whazzup big boz, *************!
Master p
I got c-murder with me
T-scot
L.d.
Silkk the shocker
Big mo
Gangsta t
And you know what?
Big man
We no limit soldiers -- i thought i told ya (repeat 6x)
Mr. serv on
Mia x
Klc
Mo b. *************
Craig b
Hope *************!
So ************* get ya mind right -- i thought i told ya (repeat 2x)
Kane and abel
Skull duggery
We no limit soldiers -- i thought i told ya (repeat 2x)
T-r-u
All y'all mother****** tru soldiers
Verse one: master p
*************, i'm bustin me locs, but i'm hittin em down with jokes
Y'all *************z on the rope, got your hoe on da scope
******* watching me, jockin me, ************* blockin me, *************in me
Cause i'm the hardest mother*******, out here rockin
I got the game in shades, got the *************z in blades
I got them hoes on a raid, because the ************* gettin paid
I've got, *************z from coast, slangin my ******
Got *************z and g's, and rollin keys keys to record sto's
Get paid wit fatals, *************z harder than cato
************* turnin the tables, but *************z livin like potatoes
Get chopped up in game, *************z runnin my name
Master p up in chain, is he dead he's a man
But i be bustin, hustlin, *************z ain't trustin
I'm a soldier, that's why *************z ain't trustin
No ************* or no *************, hoe or no sucka
Fiend or no clucker, but ready to hustle
With boulders, bigga than yo' shoulders
Runnin from the rollers, gone on that doja
Cause cowards despise, soldiers we ride
Killers with attitudes, but ready to die
Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get ******
Turkeys get stuck, and *************z get cuffed
Ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat
Strapped with my crew and my *************z and all that
Down for whatever, *************z straight rowdy
Ask any mother******* in america they'll tell ya, we bout it
Soldiers out there tech, bustin don't think
Lose ya life if you blink
****** with them soldiers on the tank, cause
Chorus: master p
We no limit soldiers -- i thought i told ya (repeat 8x)
Verse two: silkk the shocker
Let's get ready to rumble, them *************z stumble
Hit em with left blows
************* it got death blows
Ready to got to war? let's go!
We killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, ************* it
No limit soldiers, close your eyes
Now picture me foldin dollar bills
I stay ****** tru, ************* ************* it, ************* do ya
************* i come to life and i scare all y'all bustas like freddy kruger
Gangstafied *************, true to the game *************
Stay ****** pullin triggas, ************* up all y'all *************z
Cause i'm so ****** t-r-u, representin i thought you knew
Cause killas killas killas
That's all i be around, ************* ****** fool
About face, this no limit soldier
One to the two to the three (hah hah)
************* i tried to told ya
Everybody quiet.... while i load up this rifle (attention!)
Now all my soldiers start fightin
It's time -- to go deep cover
Get to whoopin like danny glover, smother like jelly
Really, go deep like jim kelly
************* it, all y'all bustas open up y'all belly
Think we playin *************, well we ain't
I heard we had drama mother*******
Put up the benz and now we drive the tank
Cause all i want to be was a soldier
All i want to be was a soldier, soldier
Chorus 1/2
Verse three: c-murder
I'm a no limit mother****** soldier till i die
We run this place, and i say the same *************t, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, ************* like i said before, hoe
3rd ward, i'm from that mother****** calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass *************z into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows oversea
Bringing ******* to the telly, put them hoes upon they knees
Gangstafied, like my mother****** homies kane and abel
No limit, the world's number one ****** rap label (worldwide)
Competition get smoked like we smokin blunts
I take a playa hata and knock out his ****** fronts
****** slanga, now i'm slangin cd's
A million records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keys
Tru tattooed on my back ************* thats my click
Ready to hop into some mother****** gangsta *************t
I say no limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by p or should i say, john gotti
Real *************z, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But if ya talk *************t, ************* ya betta kill me
Like skull i'm a hoodlum 4 life, i told ya
We be some mother****** no limit tru soldiers
Chorus 1/2
Verse four: mia x
Hard times got my mind on *************, and massive thoughts be the plot
Top priorities the family ****** and royalty
My loyalty, fiends with a gang of true *************z
No colors, just a bunch of ignorant mother*******s
Trust my pen is an infa-red
Hollow-tips be my lyrics dipped in venom when i send em
They split ya head (pssssh) wide open
My rhymes on fire blood, but you can't smoke ne'er a one
Don't try to come, don't even touch the mic
My *************t so tight, it's more correct than right, when i recite
Absolutely, you booty-ass hoes and *************z
Perpetratin behind water gun triggers
Hurry up and figure out that studio gotti's catch hotties to the mouth
Who got that clout, don't act surprised cause it's that ************* from the south
Mia x hoes, you don't want no problems
Get so much respect, even yo' *************z call me momma, the biggest one
To come stompin out the n.o., the crescent
Testin, chin-checkin, wreckin when i'm flexin on your whole crew
Who wants to go to war with this lyrical arsenist
Ya talkin *************t, i'll having ya runnin for the thesaurus, cause i'm walkin wit
The big dogs without hesitation, unlady like as ever
Full of, verbal annhilation
Escaping, po-po's chasin, want ta catch me but they cain't
I made em think, and now they too scared to run up on the tank
No limit, you can start it, but we *************z is the hardest
To deal wit, keeps the steel, and the plastics to peel wit
In reach, so we can touch yo' ass
And leave a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiers
Chorus 3/4
I thought i told ya
Tru *************z wave ya guns, show ya tattoos
Soldiers foe life *************
Jumpin off the tank
Stay true to the gizame
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