Featuring No Limit [Snoop Dogg] Yo nephew give me some of that No Limit shit Yeah.. We got my nigga Fiend in the house C Murder in this motherfucker Mystikal all up in this bitch Goldie Loc hm hmm My nephew Silkk the Shocker Oh yeah we got somethin for the ladies too Mia X run this bitch [Mia X] Lyrical arsonist lady alligator Down South hustler former weight smuggler I'm Mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an army Guerilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you wanna Get to clappin, soldier action specialty of style We made the whole world respect the underground while Some of y'all niggaz talk shit and get mad Cause we did it with a foot up your ass, and it's still there I cares not about your click or the block I'm still that same bitch to run up in your spot and knock you off Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission Keep them niggaz by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin Missin the game, damn bitch it's written in plain ebonics So shake that come-up off you brain and do the knowledge Mia X, kickin off the ghetto symphony Next soldier up, tell em who the FUCK you be [Fiend] WHUT? It's Fiend y'all Put me in the ring with real MC's, and watch em run for cover And hidin in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on Bleed on, exceed on! Weak rappers with titles after twelve Hit a bell that's what I'll feed on! Microphone Don, walkin flesh, talkin bomb Bringin harm, to the calm, and, them be alarmed It's the African, oh, you wanna battle again? I'll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans Oh damn, totin two pistols like Yosemite Sam Old man be grand, loud as the Southern band Pickups and caravans, the soldier, that could, that can I would be the man, but Dogg beat me to them plans [Snoop Dogg] Next up, on the M-I-C C-Murder, get busy for the symphony [C-Murder] I be's that nigga on the tank, always trippin never slippin Have you reminiscin and missin, that fool in your picture Call me Bossalinie BITCH without the Mo's at shows And FUCK dose who oppose (why?) we runnin them hoes Three-hundred and sixty-five motherfuckin days a year I have your fool staggerin just like a bottle of beer You niggaz runnin from the cops, well I ain't runnin no mo' I flip the bird when I swerve, man, FUCK them hoes I'm crazy my nagga, but uh, I thought y'all knew that, shit Oh you ain't see the news? Shit I'm the nigga with the TRU tat Ask my nigga Keno, shit, I just don't give a fuck And if you run up wrong, I'ma fuck you up, you bitch you [Snoop Dogg] Next up, on the M-I-C Silkk the Shocker get busy on the symphony [Silkk the Shocker] Now would I COME THIS FAR FUCKER? If I didn't sound like a hit Y'all didn't know what the fuck y'all thinkin bout You sound like a bitch (beotch!) Shit it sound like a wish, you know when you got a motherfuckin hit, Bitch?? When it sound like this! Or you fake niggaz get enough heart, and try to bust a Rhyme at this click Fuck around and miss, then fuck around and get Found in a ditch
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