- Tru no limit soldiers 歌詞
- 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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