1.Boss Chick
So a check this, would you die for me？
Kinda question is that？
Just asking a question, would you die for me？
Yeah nigga
Aight
I got a boss bitch and that's why i talk shit
She walk with switch
And she might smack you if you call her a bitch
She like them real niggas and hate fakes, and recognize snakes
And i hit that pussy till it aches
And when she nutting she shakes
When niggas shot at me she bust back
She carry gatts, her arm tatted big mac
A boss bitch she with that
A paper chaser got her job, got her own ride and own place
And she hate when them ho's be looking in my face
It's cool to fuck and she love
Grabbing on it in public
And quick to tell you
You ain't shit if you was quick when you nutted
Street educated
Keep her mouth shut when interrogated
She ain't a snitch bitch that'll get you incarcerated
Ghetto fabolous drinched in her finest gear
Ice around fingers, around her wrist, around her neck, around
her ear
And when we sex it's something viscous
That's why i love you more than them other bitches
Ya heard me
Chorus：
That's my boss bitch, a boss bitch
Who you love daddy
A boss bitch, a boss bitch
What them niggas need
A boss bitch, a boss bitch
And what i'm i
A boss bitch, a boss bitch
Yeah,
All the time i keep my mind on money and all business that
applies to me
But i gotta to have a boos hog nigga besides me
He confides in me cause he knows i ain't bout seeing him stress
I showed and proved that i can hold water on these 40d breasts
We been through so many warzones
But we made it back home
Singing that we won, we won
We shoot'em down, some gripping on chrome
I got him gone with bomb line between my thighs
I'ma rider, so i rides and we cruises all night
We hit the light baby boy it's just you and me
I don't care about your records or your lengthy wrap sheets
I want your babies to ride with mama in the merceedes
Them ho's is crazy trying to sweat you when they know i'm your
lady
Suck my .380
O r run on up and get that ass wiped
Fuck the down low shit
Cause he ain't going nowhere bitch
This here is thick
So it won't be infultrated
Or playa hated
Cause that's the way this boss bitch made it
Mama mia
2.Be All You Can Be
Yo, it's ya boy silkk. hey, hey. (？) know what i'm sayin？
I got fiend and mac in here. these soldiers, warriors
Know what i'm sayin？ and survivors know but
We're in serious times.
I said all our soldiers in the streets
Life ain't always guaranteed
(there's no guarantee)
Some of this aimed for you and me
But it's a ghetto war
So be all you can be
That's why your big brother fiend gon holler
And i really meant, i don't wanna be here if i don't gotta
Not tryin to discourage, a lotta
But look in my eyes
Even though we camouflaged i can't disguise the pain we got
Inside
That's why i ride all night
Smokin till i can't smoke no more
Wanna forget some of the shit we saw
With that old dirty four oh
Wanna give money to the poor folk
But got one eighty and one quarter
Splitin that three ways
That's between my momma, sister and her daughter
This life shit is way so serious
Don't wanna question you lord, but i'm so curious
I sleep amongst killers i don't know who to trust
I meet beucoup bitches and now it's cool to fuck
I made it from nothin to havin little change
Now niggas in my hood they look at me strange
I live for the moment cuz i'm afraid of my future
Don't let me die, oh lord why
I look myself in my eyes and i see why thugs cry
Shell shocked, i get that from my pops
And he told me keep it cocked, so i keep it cocked
Life is but a dream and we all seein
And if seein is believin, don't wake me up this evening
Woah!
All i know, is i don't wanna go
But i don't wanna be here either
If i gotta be here killin and sellin dope
The world is a ghetto
And i be wonderin if y'all could be feelin my pain
Tryin to put it down the best way i know how
When i'm gone y'all can remember my name
If i die tomorrow, don't be sorry
Let it be known i told the truth
And never know what's gon happen when i'm done rappin
Doin my song, in this booth
And if i die, tell p he keeps my legacy alive
My chance was slim
And if it had to happen, let it be known
I'm glad it happened to me, instead of them
Now desperate times call for desperate measures
Ain't no pleasure in killin
Ain't no pleasure either in going without feedin for weeks
Have you ever had that feeling？
No guarantees, lord please, can't bring back the past
Can't buy time either, so i guess what's the use of havin cash？
And look now, penitentiary's packed
With niggas who had dreams to be rich
Man spend a little bit, have a little something
Dead men can't spend shit
I'll trade some of this money for this pain
Trade some of this money for this fame
P nigga you think it's easy dog
But it ain't cuz i been with you throughout this game
I thought we could flip keys together
I thought we could make g's together
Now i know what's going on
I gotta make these dollars all night long
I thought you saw the bigger picture
How could you betray your closest nigga？
How can i ever trust you again？
Tell me, man
Yo fiend, yo mac.
It's real.
Gotta be able to do it.
So many niggas wanna see you fall dog.
We gon ball y'all, for real.
3.Soldier Party
Ughhhh! oh yeah nigga.
Representin fool.
No limit for life, fool.
Them niggas think it's a game, mac？
(soldier rags on in the bitch, ya heard me？)
Don't play no games, fool.
Uggghhhhhh!!!!
Bitch get off me! fuck them niggas!
Bitch get off me! fuck them niggas!
Where the hot boys at？
Bitch get off me! fuck them niggas!
Where the hot girls at？
Bitch get off me! fuck them niggas!
Where them hot girls at？
Them hoes don't like that!
Say what？
Them hoes don't like that!
Say what, say what？
Them hoes don't like that!
Hot nigga, what!
Them hoes don't like that!
Say what, what？
Say bitch better have my money! where they at？ x 4
Boot up or shut up! fuck them niggas!
Boot up or shut up! fuck them bitches!
X 2
Hoes twerk somethin! niggas show your soldier rags! x 4
They probably told you i'm a soldier and i'm from uptown
I know you heard about the way i sling the iron when i come
Around
That's mac, that's the nigga, boy them hoes be actin
Want me to be your baby daddy since you heard i was rappin
But that coochie ain't nothin but meat on the bone
You gotta twerk it up and serve it up and leave it alone
And when you done pass it to me, or pass it to p
And let a real nigga hit em with some ghetto d
I'ma hog on these streets so i live my life fast
I'm that nigga from the south, told them hoes bounce they ass
Don't play no games, unless you wanna get popped
I'm a no limit soldier so the party don't stop
So represent your hood if you're bout it bout it
A nigga went world wide, still rowdy rowdy
And them hoes don't like that, say what
But i'm a third ward nigga and i don't give a fuck
So pass me them thangs, let's get em
Your baby mama want the hook up so i hit em
I'm in a 600 benz, mac in a 4 point 6
Left them hoes at the hook up sayin 'throw that bitch!'
Now the party's buck wild and we don't care
Pass the hennesey and weed, that's how ya do dat there
4.Murder, Murder, Kill, Kill
4x：mmm mmmmmm
Soldier rag on my eye, soldier fit on my frame
I scream, 'whoa' when i come through makin that mac-11 sang
If i'm dyin bad, don't tell my folks, i wasn't no joke when i
blasted
Wrap me up in camoflauge, and put that tank on my casket
That nigga was hip hop, that nigga was gangsta
That nigga was tall, that nigga was slim
That nigga was shell shocked, you wouldn't want fuck with him
I hung with killas, i hung with soldiers, i hung with gs
I hung with thugs, i hung with them niggas who probably wanted
to murder
Me
Fuckas, i cross my heart and pull the trigger
Dear god if i die, let me see the eyes of my killa, so i can
haunt that
Nigga
Poppa shot me through the rubber
He knew that i would be a young bad muthafucka
When i
Chorus (2x)： murder, murder (murder, murder)
Kill, kill (kill, kill)
Shit's real (shit's real)
On the battlefield (on the battlefield)
I said i'm sick and tired of tellin you niggas i'm not that
nigga to
Play with
They thinkin that they can tell me whatever they want and i
ain't gon
Say shit
I guess i'm supposed to be lettin you call me bitches and hoes
to my
Face
Just look at ya, let ya fuck over me, ignore ya, then go by my
way
Cut it out, stop that, unless ya got that feelin
However, wherever, whenever ya ready, i'm that nigga
You said, 'fuck no limit' then the next thing you heard was
(＊@$#%)
'ow!'
That was me whippin the fuck out that bitch in the ？waffle
house？
Look at you now, i'm warnin you nigga wherever you fuck up right
there
I'm shuttin you down, i'm tellin you if we don't know you don't
come
Round that tank
Or no limit gon clown, i fuck over yo ass balls as big as
godzilla
Here lizard, lizard, lizard, i'm comin to get ya
When i catch ya, you can betcha, blood gon spill
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Chorus 2x
I was born a soldier, mama will tell ya i never was fake, i was
real
I'm camouflaged and never die, it been that way since i was l'il
Murder, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, it's real
You cross me wrong, don't think i forgot ya, just waitin on you
to chill
You started beef with the assassin, when you see me you gotta be
blastin
Ain't no love for the other side, cause i get all up in the ass
and
Operation uptown, ghetto niggas shell shocked
Camoflauged down, soldier rebound, straight off the block
What？
5.Tank Dawgz
Tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
I won't limit the truth, i roll with killers and dealers
From the 504 we be some tank dogg niggas
50 dollars for show, so nigga respect my mind
Fit shot to the arm from a muthafuckin' tech 9
Kill kill, on a murder scene
Got niggas tweekin for my muthafuckin' shit like a dope fiend
I get a buzz when i dip blunts, and uhh
I make moves with that nigga with the gold fronts
1998 nigga tha tank dawgs rule, i pull a lick and get go
Cus i ain't got nothing to prove, fuck with camoflauged
She die, you gun' die tonight
If that bullet don't kill you, then you gon' bleed from a dog
bite
My shit sellin' like dope, uncut like coke
Nigga fuck a drug, my studio like a crack house
No limit for life, tru niggas stay cut
We be some tank dawgs, and we ain't runnin'
Tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Damn i wanted to live, was it ？way beyond？ be'em or live
Moma get a shirts on her kid, i wasnt supposed to see 1-6
Now a thug ？？ all the niggas tha tank can't be with
The young killers and much skrilla is all i see with
I can't see not be'n equipped and camouflaged in my six
50 dollars on my ？story bit？, i worry, worry style bitch
Even though my hostile spit on his mossburg grip
Quote it i spoke tank dawgs make hustlers quick
Got the never to pull shit, disrespect usual niggas
Tru gang affiliated with two more niggas
When we score niggas never just marijuana
Rome by the home copiana from mama drama
Chase blood like a piranha, sleepy eyes from that ganja
Left your neighborhood burning in flames, just for a reminder
Kinda hostile in a war, that was segregated
Tank dawgs, and boss hogs, guess were i was initiated
Tank dawgs
Be a tank dawgs, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Now everybody wanna be a tank dawg nigga, cus them tank dawg
niggas get
Paid
Don't nobody wanna be a tank dawg hater, cus them tank dawg
haters get
Sprayed
They call me mr. camouflaged, cus im a samurai worrier
Call a coroner, dead bodies in my nautica van
I lay back with the thirty gat in my hand
Cus he's dead, he's a man, only tank dawgs understand
I came up from the dust, never givin' a fuck
14 hollerin' third world, grabbin' my nuts
No limit soldier till i die, ain't no stoppin' me, ain't no
droppin' me
That's the way it was, the way it got to be
Tank dawgs back up in 'emm with the soldier shit
(boom, boom) on the nigga when he dissin' the clique
I'm like malcolm x, but with my hands on the tech
To the bitches im in love with 'emm, to the niggas im ？on crack？
Tank dawgs
We dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Ah ha ha ha
Yah muthafuckas
50 dollars
Mr. camouflage
And sleepy eyed jones, nigga
No limit niggas
Turned tank dawg niggas
You heard me, ah ha ha
Tank dawgs
6.Slow Ya Roll
Send this out to my nigga mike king and
All the 22nd gangsters in columbus ohio
From a o-g to a b-gee
Slow your roll niggas
Shell shocked
Check it
15 with the triple beam, working the streets
Lil' nigga gotta ride, now he's bumpin' the beats
(it all good, it's all good)
He pass by makin' the noise, odd boy
Yah we see him with the chip phone
He talkin' to them young bitches who used to be afraid
He shootin' the shit, cus he gettin' paid (i like that)
When i was his age, i had the same kinda ways
Had to rush to get paid, keep on a fresh pair of j
On a niggas feet, and it was something to ball
To go to school and tell them niggas they ain't fuckin' with
chall
Don't hit it, to the grime, a pocket full of dimes
I hope you got that 9 and he got it on his mind
Cus the haters won't like that, would you pass
Cus the niggas will buck, and show a man his ass
Watch your back lil' nigga, the game is cold
And most of us don't make it old, slow your roll
(rolll)
Keep it on your mind
(rolll)
A nigga shoots the same
(slow your rolll)
You better slow your roll
(rolll)
What mama used to say,
(slow your rolll)
Keep it up young man
(roll)
A nigga shoots the same
(slow your rolll)
You better slow your roll
What mama used to say
16 with a bullet to his hip bone, he was slippin'
They shot him right in front of momz' wasn't even trippin'
He healed up, let his anger build up
Now he's ready for war, he five deep in the black car
And all dem niggas got murder on dey mind
Your boy got that a.k. you got the tech 9 (i got the tech you
heard me)
Passenger seat he spot woo-ney, who is woo-ney
He's that nigga that pulled the trigger when he stole me
Take that muthafucka, what's what he yell at the sinner
As the automatic went ＊＊bucka＊＊bucka＊＊
And all you niggas gots to die
Is that the killer in his eyes, or was it just a disguise
Cus i remember he was a lil' timid nigga, a lil' skinny nigga
Now he pulled the trigger, and who are you to take these laws in
your
Own hands
His daddy told me like a grown man, wooo, slow your roll
17 with a life sentence
He in a cell with the cousin of the nigga he killed
Now tell me how it feel to look him deep in his eyes and see
your whole
Life
Ain't got a gun, gotta twerk it with a shank knife
He's five times bigger, and it wouldn't mean shit to the trigger
But you can't get to it quicker, i seen the look in his eye
When the blade penetrated, he played like he ？？
And i can't sleep knowing how i kicked the game to him
Gave a name to him, on the block now he caught in the pine box
Is there a heaven for a killer
Forgiveness to a lil' nigga who praised nothin' but skrilla
All he wanted was the finer things
He laid in his casket with a rolex and ？diamond rags？
Dear god have mercy on his young soul
See he told, most of us don't make it old
Slow your roll
7.We Don't Love 'em
Yeah klc dj wop it's all about them hoes
I know my nigga wop don't love them hoes
My nigga kl he ain't loving them hoes
My nigga cult definitely ain't loving them hoes
Y'all what's up with this mac nigga feel it
To all the bitches hoes and all that shit
Running around with them tights on trying to find them tricks
Running behind that dick chasing niggas with brand names
I see you tight coming you making it harder for the right woman
Off in the club giving rappers a hug
Trying to get some love letting them put their hands on your
glove
Off in the limo you and that slim hoe
They hit the ass and let their partner and them know
So now you on they demo
They wrote a rhyme about cha
They told the world how they got that out cha
All up in the mouth too you with the groupie route boo
They made you famous your man has got to be your bitch
He saw the video tape and said all man that ain't shit
Instead of ending it he defending it i'll give you that much
Either he lame or your pussy is pure gold with diamond clusters
But he a buster cause everybody fucked you
But he the only one saying he love you
Woo you's a
Hoes hoes you know i'm bout them hoes hoes
But i don't love them hoes hoes hoes hoes
Wop don't love them hoes hoes
Kl don't love them hoes hoes
Fiend don't love them hoes hoes
Coonts don't love them hoes
Check this out
I seen her in the house in blue shaking her ass
Winking her eye at every nigga who passed
Trying to fell that glass put his pants back
The ass fat but you asked backwards
A trip with a simple effect even don't have to
Simple things you be after you caught up in the rapture
Me and my nigga point at you with laughter
But get down or try to understand you world
And what it did to make you such a shallow ass girl
I know you laid with this nigga that you met last night
You fucking him because his white land cruiser's looking tight
Stroking telling you that it was love at first sight
But you don't realize that it was love for the night
Now you at the crib crying you sick of all them niggas lying
But you the one that's doing all the lying
Supplying the cat to all the niggas that be trying to mack
On the celia you wants to be real familiar
Now back at the spot where the champagne pop
You in the club corner getting wet in some rain drop
It's common to you so you except it
It's unknown how many niggas you done slept with
Chorus
We don't love them hoes hoes
We don't love them hoes hoes hoes hoes
I'm bout them hoes
Check it hoes
My nigga slim i let them hoes know i'm from the 3rd yo
My name is macadon and i'll get all up in em' slow
I gives a fuck i get bucked nigga what
My nigga dj wop told me to let them niggas know what's up
My girl storm she definitely in the house
I'm from uptown so you niggas know i got all the clout
Murder murder kill kill
8.Wooo
No limit black sheep, played the back seat for months
Stayed away from the tanqueray, bitches and blunts
Still mac nigga, ain't nothin changed
Got the rings and the gold chains
Now bitches wanna know my whole name
I penetrate em, then i disintegrate em
I let the next nigga date em, cuz i don't hate em
I spit voodoo, to the most hard to get hoes
And at the end of the night, i rippin off clothes
You fuckin with the realest, from lyrical spillers
To killers and dealers and cap peelers, and street guerillas
From villians to chillers, we made millions
And paid killers to protect scrilla
So what the fuck you talk about winners？
You hear that word camouflage when you hear my name
I represent the shell shocked cuz it's in my veins
(no limit soldier) is on my left arm, i took it in blood
Throw your hood up if you a thug
And all them niggas say
(woah!)
You see a soldier on the streets holler
(woah!)
You hear them soldiers on them beats holler
(woah!)
Every time them soldiers speak holler
(woah!)
Load your weapons, grab your gats
We sprinkle daily verbs over tracks
Hit the chest like heart attacks
When my lyrical hammer cock back
And leave bullet holes in your bourbons and 'lacs
The only thing we give them hoes is a dick and a smack
Gangstafied kane ＆ abel you know the camouflage assassin
Blastin and mashin, kidnappin and head bashin
Razor blade slashin, the endo blunt passin
For the cash and, woah it's bout to happen
What you want (？) ugly with that 223
Hit em up in 3-d, now it's banned from tv
Niggas playa hated, i sho hated
Spark the weed, cremated
See this game, we regulated
Nigga, you know me
The nigga that spell everything out？ (nah)
The nigga that'll run through your motherfuckin set and bang
Your hoe motherfuckin out (fuck yeah nigga)
The nigga that's catchin these niggas and beatin em down
Cuz they wearin tanks, they don't know what the fuck it mean
Nigga, that's the fuck, that's about punchin your fuckin mouth
The nigga that'll tear the club up
Nigga, i don't give a fuck if you bangin or slangin
Nigga when i put this tank up nigga you get rowdy as the fuck
But if you think i was gonna leave this motherfucker without
Spellin a line
K-l you done lost your motherfuckin mind
Stop the track cuz these niggas don't know about my click black
I down with the m to the a to the c
It's the s to the e to the r to the v
Fuckin with the t to the a to the n to the k
And when i come through motherfucker and i raise my tank up high
You best believe some a you coward motherfuckers gon die
Nigga what i claim？
Nigga i claim tru!
I hang with niggas that's killas with tru tatoos
I got my name big ed from what i put between hips
I got my name assassin from the way i empty out clips
Wear the no limit soldier, thuggin at heart
Hittin niggas with throw aways when i toss em i break em apart
Niggas get your guns up if you rowdy
And when assassin hit the stores, buy the album if you bout it
Bout it
Rowdy gangsta in this motherfucker, loco
So i can come through and keep it tru and do what the fuck i
Must
I bust, i keep it tru from the 'ginnin
Snoop dogg, the representer from long beach city
A tru tank dog, bank y'all in y'all face
If y'all try to come close, y'all can't run this race
I place my self above the stack
With my homeboys mac and sack you fact, we strap for strap
We got your back, don't even flip out or trip out
Or dip out, these niggas lookin at me strange
My game to maintain, i let it go, i sell it don't tell it
Y'all can't touch it motherfucker, or bail it, for real
Biggest mama, drama two guns here i come
Put down for my last son, the camouflaged one
Mac the don, get your shine on cuz it's your time
And i'ma get my rhyme on and spit like nine
Cocked nine millimeters the ghetto diva
Mia x-rated, golden platinum plated
Face it, when they hear me on the k-l track
All them niggas grab they head and jump back
Hollin woah cuz it's goin down like lips to dick
I'm so tight i make you bitches never wanna see the mic
And spit, the matter lesson rhymes next to mine
I'm mama superior, you hoes is fearin the
Lyrical warfare i exhale
Some fake bitches like you name is mel
Battle anybody, hip hop or glock
On tru i'ma close your shop, woah
9.Can I Ball
Say slim, look.
What's happenin wootay.
We goin take this here all the way from the magnolia
Across clayborne.
Do it like that.
Ya heard me.
Do it.
Can i ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall
Can i ball niggas or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall
To make this million i'm bound to left uptown to go get it
Once i get it, i'm a split it with those who i'm commited
Like who, my nigga wop, my girl storm and the rest of my click
Everybody else be on some oh you ballin now (you ballin now)
Since you play me closer, i'm a get the toast, oh mark my word
Fuck em, fuck em if they don't know what's happen my rap
If a nigga know me, he don't know me no more
Cause i don't hang in the same streets no more, i gotta condo
I lay low, chill, stay away from shit that get niggas killed
Call me fake then my niggas will say that's trill
Check it, funny high hoes be calling me jiggy now
Cause i gotta little jingle, mingle with the finest and sport
diamonds
When i was broke i was skinny and full of shit
Now it ain't nothin for me to pull a bitch
I scratch off and i hear them hoes say he did that
Every bitch i fuck be saying i'm tryin to have your kid mac
I ain't with that
Can i ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall
Can i ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall
I'm a try my best not to let these niggas bring me out there
They know you beefing with the ？？？？, and them niggas don't care
Who they kill, and tryin to be a millionare on the real
But i can't a from with that foolishness so i'm a chill
And just pass through the projects that i used to roam in
Tote the black and the steel chrome and holler at trill
Niggas like jim stone and
No more hangin, no more slangin pearls and crack pieces
No more fucking dog bitches carryin deadly deseases
They burn your dick off, givin you aids through the rubber
I had to settle down with a boss bitch and now that's my lover
She down for a nigga
And when the situation gets heavy she lets loose rounds for a
nigga
And if i don't come home she'll come blood hound for a nigga
That's the type of bitch i need, no drink, no smoke, no weed
Hoes label me a hot boy cause i just come home and i don't get
d'd
But i'm a boss baby, i like to floss baby
Can i ball yall, can i ball
Now can i ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall
Can i ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall
Now soulja slim, my nigga, my nerve, my partner, my wootay,
My round
My ace, my dog, i was down even when you was on that ground
You camoflauged uptown that was some shit to see
So when they locked you up i continue the legacy
Now all these niggas claiming soulja is you bout that ball
Would you die for me if a nigga pull up in that tinted car
I think you niggas sitting around waiting on my fall
Let a nigga ball, nigga let a nigga ball
Can i ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall
Can i ball niggas or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck yall niggas, if yall was waiting on my fall
Ya heard me, woah
Now yall understand.
Now you understand.
Macadon and soulja slim.
In the process of b-o-o-cing, ballin out of control.
Bleeding out of control nigga.
Ya understand.
So uh look, i'm a tell these niggas like this here.
We bout to go get these motherfuckin rolexes shined up nigga.
And go get our chrome shined up.
And we goin ball ya heard me.
They ain't goin like that.
They don't wanna hear no shit like that.
They ain't goin like that.
But we ballin out of control though.
Bleeding out of control.
We doin them niggas like that so fuck it.
10.Money Gets
Yo mac nigga
The only reason i'm telling you this nigga
Cuz i care 'bout you nigga
I wanna see you ball til' you fall nigga, but you know what
You know what come with muthafuckin' money and fame？
Muthafuckin' enemies, and niggas hatin'
You see, you rich now nigga, but ahh
Dead men can't spend no muthafuckin' money
Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends
See money get you power, but it also get you dead
Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends
See money get you sex, but it also get you dead
Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends
See money get you respect, but it also get you dead
Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends
See money brang power, but that's why it gets you dead
You see a wise man told me to keep your eyes on a sparrow
And don't get caught up like my lil' homies harrold and darryl
You see, this shit ain't the same nigga
Times done changed
How many homies out there chasin' fortune and fame
You see, a richeous man, he learns to preach and uhh
Intelligent man, he love to teach
But these ghetto wars got us trapped in
Crack sells, 1-8-7, 2-1-1's, even the state pen
The penitentury ain't no place for me
God, won't yah hear me, make a way for me
And to my homies that are gone, i hope they rest in peace
And we gon' ball til' we fall why we roll the streets
Somebody ask me how it feel to have change
How i feel to be a major muthafucka in this game
I'll told them, let the sunshine turn to rain
In other words, that's cool but a lot of shit i can't explain
Bitches say they love me, but i can't really believe 'em
Who wouldn't wanna love me, i got money and i'm succedin'
Them bitches got niggas, niggas got bitches, they be plottin'
You show 'em your crib
Next week they kickin' in yo' spot
And it's a shame when niggas bust your brains with the stripes
It seems like i'm the only nigga trippin' on my life
At night i say my prays with my vest on
My triggas under my pillows
I'm even scared to get my rest on
Runnin' with them killas that'll ride for me, die for me
Open fire for me, wouldn't lie to me
I watch my back, i watch my front
I watch them niggas, i watch them bitches
In fact i think they all tryna kill mac
Wooooo
Uggggggghhh!
11.The Game
What nigga drop that shit
Soldier, say k-l
These fake ass rap niggaz thought i lost it yet
I'm bout to let these old bitch ass niggaz know i got a game in
my vein
Verse 1：mac
Murda murda i wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be another after
The mac's rapture, i represent, that's what i'm on the map for
Who the fuck gonna fuck with the scandalous
1-8-7 on these mothafuckin amateurs of rap
Feel the wrath of a nigga who bust
Makin my clique the shit, bitches wanna discuss
？platonic？, the lyrical killins don't got no motives
In this, in my vein, ain't no way i can control it
When this inside of me is as deadly as them niggas
You know the ones who killed them boys and dumped the body in
the river
I enter the place, ski mask covered my face
If they pass me the mic, i'm gonna catch a case
In this mothafucka ya heard of me
？t-t and herb hit the spot？
All the niggas i know is shell shocked
Chorus：mac
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got it, i got it
Verse 2： mac
I was born in it and represented
The sinister words of murder was the sons of bitches who was wit
it
Never die, my motto, fatigue my sheet
Big wise that's my nigga, psycho ward is my clique
Affiliated with cash, got my foot on the gas
Tailgatin real fast, through my sun roof my verbal gun shoot
Them scriptures, paint the pictures
We believe was cops tryin to catch me like receivers
Scream my name, to all these bitches who be hard to tame
Momma said it's a shame, poppa gave me the game
Experience a soldier, my heart pumps battle fluid
You wanna go to war let's get to it
Mac-a-don, put you on teflon style of murder
Deadly as the killer kyle in your hamburger
Till they bury me black, wrapped up in street camo
I rock the microphone strapped off with street ammo
Chorus：mac
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
Verse 3：mac
I'm the bad nigga from the bricks
Blood on my kicks
Camoflauged niggas never die, we drop hits
I spit the gospel, to all of my mothafuckin apostles
Mac as potent as the coke snortin in your nostrils
I minister, words of a mothafuckin sinister
Transform into liu kang and finish ya
Nigga put me in the game i'ma show you my sports
Witness the street level on the b-ball court
Bitch i'ma die wit it, cause it's a part of my vein
Hear that word camoflauge when you hear my name
So tell them niggas i'm back affiliated, enemy lines are
penetrated
My niggas wit me
You cook me up, put me in the pipe, hit me
Spread me in every ghetto, every city, i get busy
And buck, my name mac remember that, i drop rhymes
Nigga it's mac as if you missed it the first time nigga
Woah 7x
12.Callin' Me
This here a true story about ghetto love
This shit that happened to a young nigga like mac ya heard me
Check it
I met you at a fast food spot with your sista
Lookin at my lips like you wanted me to kiss ya
Told me your name and i told you mac
We exchanged phone number...like that
Off top you told me that you had a man
But we can talk but thats as far as it go and i said i
understand
Even though i wanted you and you knew
I was waiting for this nigga to slip up so you can be my boo
I had a wet dream i fucked you and you screamed my name
But when i woke up, all i had was some nut stains
Your baby daddy was useless and abusive
But me i treat you like you was exclusive
And even though he gave you drama
Long as y'all was together you didnt holla and you knew i was
clockin
Dollas
I was mad but it kinda turned me on infact
If i was your nigga i guess the next nigga would feel that
The pussy was just callin' me keeps callin me
Everynight i had to stop myself from fallin g
Its like the pussy was just callin' me keeps callin me
Everynight i had to stop it diggin in my pocket
Its like the pussy was just callin' me keeps callin me
Everynight i had to stop myself from fallin g callin me callin
me
Its like the pussy was just callin' me keeps callin me
Everynight i had to stop it diggin in my pocket callin me callin
me
[peaches} i was just wondering if you were coming over tonight？
and i
Got a flight in the mourning
The first time i hit the cat i aint know how to act
It was callin me back
Momma told you was no good but you fucked me so good
I rushin home from studio session to meet you where ever, no
questions
Tellin my niggas 'i'm a holla at ya'
This camouflage love every other night got me missin flights
You started stressin me
And you start depressing me
But before i could leave you alone you start undressing
And i remember seeing hickies on your neck
They wasnt mine i was in cali on the movie set, babygirl
What about respect you said you love me when im up in them guts
We tend to say strange thangs when we cought up in them ？？？？
My nigga fiend was tellin me you dont deserve me
But a niggas gone do what he want to do ya heard me
Im a let this go by saying you'll always be apart of me
I just cant answer you when that pussy call me
And it was like the pussy was just callin me nigga
You know what i'm sayin？
Real niggas feel me
13.Memories
C-murder talking：
I know the whole world is full
Of a bunch thug niggas and thug figures
The whole world is based upon young
Niggas coming up in the ghetto, in the streets
You now what i'm saying
I'm sitting here reminiscing about the past.
Just want to let ya'll motherfuckers know
What a nigga went through and how a nigga
Became what the fuck he is
You check it out
Chorus： c-murder
Motherfuckin memories, as a youngster
Just another thug nigga with thug figures
Motherfuckin memories, as a youngster
Just another thug nigga with thug figures
I remember way back in my project days
A little dirty motherfucker dreaming bout a pair of j's
Left alone in this world of crime
Five kids no daddy and my big brother doing time
Now what the fuck i'm i supposed to do
I said give it up to the niggas with the smaller crew
I guess this thug shit is in my blood
Started smoking weed, got my first hit from my nigga cuz
Me and my bitch we used to cut classes
And me silkk caught our first charges, grand theft and
trespassing
I never thought that i would make it out the ghetto
A young nigga living like the motherfucking goodfellas
I wear gun like it was part of my clothes
With them rocks in my socks, running from the po po
＞from the block to the motherfucking penitentiaries
I'm reminiscing about my motherfucking memories
Chorus repeat 2x
I remember mac, (who？)
The neighborhood nigga who rapped
Little skinny motherfucker used to get punched and slapped
Little timid motherfucker never had an older brother
Alone in the street i learned rules of the ghetto
I was scared to die
Junior high running from them niggas on that other side
Who was opening fire
Couldn't tell mom's, couldn't tell pop's
That was the very night i became shell shocked(wooo)
Paranoid, i used to steal and borrow
You gotta respect how i sport the same outfit today and tomorrow
Hand me downs in my closet, roaches in my bed
I couldn't sleep to hard cause one might crawl up in my head
Went to school for the fool, fuck a teacher
Mama gave her last 20 dollars to the preacher
Rap wasn't paying the bills
And that's real
Now i scream murder, murder, kill, kill nigga
Chorus repeat 4x
14.Meet Me At The Hotel
Uhmmmmmmmm
I hope your all 'bout it, don't be playin' no games
Nigga tryin' to do something, for real
You can meet me at the hotel s.a.p.
I hope you got your girls cus i got my dawgs with me (4x)
Now im gon' be in room 7-3-0 cus im a leo
I like 'emm black brown and creole, you know my stee lo
Soon as we touch down in your town, peep it
My first question, is were dem gimps at, ain't no secret
We some g's and we like to get pleased, with no beginners
When you finished with me, my nigga forty got winners
Big swolls, he fresh off parole, he like 'emm slim with gold
Big herb he like thick with a mini-skirts
I got my camouflaged drawz, and my rubbers
Make sure you bring a extra gimp for my lil' brother, it's goin'
down
I know you got your soldier shit on
Cus you been talkin' you bout it on that phone, you heard me
So you saw me on stage, girl you in a rage
Tryin' to turn tha page, before i put you in this gimp cage
What's you age, 21, hell yah
Tell ya moms' to watch your son, tell your man tonight that you
can't
Come
I'm a virgo don't pass me, they say i'm nasty
Come to room 19, lets break my wet dream
My fuck spot, ask them hoes in augusta how to serve rock (ha ha
ha)
Were's your whole fleet, it's mr. magic, tha casanova
Known for my smooth way for askin' you bitches over
Would you like some dom perignon, while i'm smokin' my ？cong？
Cus i'm thinkin' of takin' the pussy home baby
I ain't trippin', fuck i trick on the sleek
Just a flash of my ？c-nose？ and your ready to get bent
This experiment, i wanna see how loud you can scream
I fill your biggest dreams in room 8-16
It's goin' down room 7-3-0, at 7：30
I play the game boy, low-down and dirty, you heard me
This nigga told me to bring my girls, but i ain't got no friends
Instead my head i'm goin' solo for dough though and jackin' ends
He think he gettin nasty, he gon' be assed out
？？ ？？ beat it real quickly then he pass out
I gets my shine on diamond studded pussy decor
And rhyme bitch ass line go fuck a storm door
Now baby girl, i got a 8：30 flight
So uhh, if this is goin' down, it's gotta happen tonight
And baby doll, don't fight (don't fight) it's kinda tight
Look, you know what i like, aight
I'm a soldier, you probly knew that, so were your crew at
Me and my niggas wanna see how yall hoes do that
I'm tryin' to do something, he tryin' to
Were they at boo, say you, you tryin' to do something too？
Let's get it on we wanna bone
Got a case of dom perignon
And a half a zone
So lets get it on (4x)
15.Shell Shocked
Intro： mac(fiend)
What's up world
(whoa nigga)
Welcome to the battlefield
(shell shocked nigga)
Where all them niggas is shell shocked
(9-8)
Ya heard me
(shell shocked nigga)
Chorus：mac
I represent them shell shocked niggas
Them on the block with it cocked niggas
Them cell block niggas
Them run up in your hot spot niggas
Them if we doin bad gimme what you got niggas
Verse 1：mac
Oh i hit the stage with a vengeance quotin that murder sentence
Make 'em wanna act a fool and get some blood up on they tennis
Nigga, you ain't with me come and get me i'm strapped
We can take it to them streets or we can rap, so what's hap？
King solomon's my nigga till they kill us at war
Whoever said they saw it, get them dirty gats to them jaws
The microphone assassin, you heard about me, so nigga don't
doubt me
You fuck around and get that can a murda murda out me
I hold a grudge like them bitches hold dicks, infiltrate whole
cliques
While i'm stompin in them soldier kicks
Fifty dollars, that's a killin no doubt
Sleepy eyes, that's my nigga put the gat to they mouth
It's been a long time comin, i keep the shit runnin
Tell them niggas who was holdin that beef, the cooks comin
Tank dog til they bury me, i cross my heart
Bury me with camo and ammo in case the devil wanna start
somethin
Chorus
Verse 2：fiend
Well i'm that nigga sleepy eyes, all my weapons are camouflaged
Disguised
Born despised, that's when they named me ？yaffa yaffa five？
Chemically grown for murda, murda it be my clone
Mister shell shock and get it on jones up in your home
Watch me hit 'em, get 'em, lit 'em, fiend gon split 'em
Ya ain't know it, i got it bucked on that let's go get 'em
Form my tent gear rhythm, causin ghetto circumcisions
Betta be barred behind prison, than facin this expedition
On a mission with my right hand man mac, my brother
Use a garbage bag to smother mothers and they lovers
Undercovers fear us, can't watch, we got it on lock
My baby's first words gun glock, cause that nigga's shell
shocked
Chorus
Verse 3： mac
Big mac, that's my daddy, rotten dirty straight up soldier ya
heard me
Ain't no secret one of the realest niggas i creep with
Since i was little taught me what's real
Gave me the skill on how to tote that loaded steel
And i, i kill kill
Deep nine train gave me his name
Gave me the game, gave me them thangs
Ya fuck with me, he'll give you a bullet in yo brain
Hey man, my nigga wapp, cut the table, camouflaged my label
Put the nigga gangstafied like we kane and abel
Storm that's my thug love til i die
Shell shocked bout to go in that water with them when it's time
to ride
When we unload inside of anger
My soldier rag made me a stranger
Harm them niggas who was about that danger(shell shocked)
Outro： mac
And there you have it
Shell shocked, the first born
73077
If y'all want me niggas, come and get me
I ain't hard to find
16.Paranoid
-who the fuck is this？
-it's kinda paranoid mac
-sheit, i be seein' shit
-who that is？
-that ain't even there
The shots rang out
I went to the closet to get the thang out
Heavily armed, my intention was to blow the next brain out
I had it cocked before i got to the door
Who da, why da, and why the fuck they doin' this for
Them niggas spook me, i'm either trippin' or they tryna shoot me
I close my eyes and let the bullets fly loosely and unloaded
The front door exploded
The barrel started burning my hand and i couldn't hold it
Still i reloaded, and got another round first
It seems like these always pre-rehearsed
The date in front of me had read 12：30 first
Who woulda thought these gunshots were loud fireworks
The screams got louder, the crowd got bigger
Somebody screamed,'oh i think he killed that nigga'
I dropped the trigger, my heart beat, and my knees got
excessively weak
Look i can feel this shit, yet i'm still hopen' i sleep
I seen his back full of holes and his blood was fresh
I could smell death creeping through his inacine flesh
I flipped him over, and feeled what i might soon discover
Tears fell, oh fuck this was my brother
They got me 'noid, they got me 'noid
They got me 'noid, they got me 'noid
But i ain't paranoid
On clearview, i took a look through the rear-view
It was some niggas that my homie fear knew
But i wasn't cool with 'em, as matter fact i didn't fool with
'em
I speed it up, they either followin' mac, or they just weadig
I took a left, and they follow
I told my brother get the hollows, these niggas probably got a
problo
I'm way across town, some unknown ground
Paranoid, me and my dawg, we duckin' through the southern falls
Spooked out
Them niggas 6 deep in the land rover jeep creepin'
They fuckin' up my weekend, i started cussin' like a puerto
rican
I'm headed back to the n.o. comin' from b.r.
I just done did me a show
Them niggas know i probably got the dough so
They figure they can just fake me, and dump me off in yo
Bitches u crazy
I stepped on the gas, but they crept on they ass
This shit is happenin' fast
My brother blast at the cows through the sun-roof
A innocent bird drop
But that was just tah let the niggas know we had the glock
But they didn't stop
I seen the superdome, i'm almost home
I told my brother to give me the cellphone to call my niggas
We bein' chased by these upamillas
They probably tryna kill us
I can't shake 'em, i might just have tah break 'em
They told me not tah sweat it, cuz they was retracedid
If you 'bout bein' harder than harder
Then we got them thangs so sweat it
I felt relieved as i turned on generaltila
I saw my niggas pop out a store in a black impilla
So i popped to, then i jumped out
I opened up the trunk and got the funk out
And i told them niggas jump out
They opened up the doors slowly, raised they hands
They say they follow me cuz they was mac's number one fans
And all they wanted was some autographs, i dropped the gat
And started laugh, but why you muthafuckas went tah stop the pad
You got a nigga paranoid
And i'm slippin', and i'm trippin', and i'm dippin'
Fuck
17.Nobody Make A Sound
Alright, we got mac, magic, fiend
And fa sho we got 2-4-1 up in this bitch
You know what i'm saying？
And if any of you motherfuckers move
Y'all gon get your fuckin heads blown off
Ya heard me？
Alright, nobody move, nobody die
If you thinkin about breathin, then i'ma open fire
Tonight everybody's gonna die tonight
Mr. magic, you pat em down
2-4-1 y'all duct tape em
And if anybody move fiend gon disenegrate em
Startin with you and you, cuz i told y'all not to breathe
Now i want the rest of y'all to watch them motherfuckers bleed
Throw down your rollies, your gucci's, your 'sace's
And your new jays, and your cellphones
And anything else that cost over a hundred bones
Alright, i'ma pat everybody down
So keep your heads to the floor
Whoever in charge of this bitch better point me to the door
I'm lookin for the loot, so me and my people can leave
But any dis-cooperation and one of you bitches gon bleed
I'm bout that drama, ask my mama, she ain't raise no punk
I'm bout that murder, you motherfuckers better smell my trunk
They call me magic cuz i'm known for makin my victims disappear
Fear？ naw nigga that shit ain't happen round here
Now everybody lay it down
Nobody make a sound
I got fifty fuckin rounds
Lights beamin, we screamin, we gonna get cha
2-4-1 we're dumpin in the clip with the triggers
We gotta be bad, you better get ready
We're gonna do your ass like jason, or either like freddy
The time has come, the clock has ticked
Man hold up, this is your last trick
Off the hook, it's the way, let us reign
Niggas better know this ain't no motherfuckin game
Now what i got to get it done？
The m-1, i borrowed from big ed
My chopper got a spittin tongue
And when it hums, it speaks ya to death
I ain't got no problem with you, well maybe i do
You got what i want
And either till you give it up, i'ma split ya up
And don't think that i won't
Don't got much time to tell about the murder tale
To each one of y'all
But that last motherfucker that ain't really wanna give it up
Just be here with y'all
What cha mean that nigga fiend ain't got the gall？
My nigga mac gave the call
Murder, murder, kill, kill, burn up all y'all
I told you bitches lay it down, everybody made a sound
So we shuttin this bitch down, ya heard me？
18.Beef
Intro：
What them niggas in here wanted to know
They done made beef with one of the realest niggas rollin
Now it's time to go
Verse 1：
Now pump me up so all them real niggaz can feel me
I told y'all what i represent and that's until they kill me
Why these niggas play with me i guess i never know the answer
Well beefin with mac is like sleepin with lung cancer
You know you gon die, you don't know where
You don't know when, you don't know nothin
But that nigga was camoflauged with a mac 10
I remember y'all faces, i remember the days i remember the times
I remember i was in the mall and this nigga just wasn't
respectin my
Mind
I knew the nigga he was with and the nigga he was with was
tellin him
Chill
This nigga continued, this nigga couldn't be for real
I never said a word, cause tru niggas don't be yappin
He must take me for some kind of hoe, cause i be rappin
I look in his eyes and seen the daddy was really soft
Either he just full of that shit, or just tryin to get his nuts
off
However, whatever, i don't give a fuck, you done played with the
big
Chief
Now asks yourself, do you really wanna sleep nigga
Chorus： 2x
We got beef
All my niggas gon ride tonight
We got beef
Somebody's gon die tonight
We got beef
Don't even sleep
Soon as i leave the studio, i'll be headed to your street nigga
Verse 2：
I was by my potnahs house peepin out these beats that he made
Just chillin, free stylin, just thinkin about some ways to get
paid
Some new nigga he came around and i never met him
Get close to me, i don't even know why these niggas let him
For some strange reason, he never looked me in my eyes
When he spoke he ducked his head, or just yapped to one of them
other
Guys
And we was outside talkin, i was lettin him peep out my new
weapon
I walked away for one second, when i came back he started
steppin
Look, i thought nothin of it, i just continued to yap and talk
But when i went to go get my shit, i had realized my shit had
walked
What the fuck？ who the fuck got a ride？ look show me his spot
If i see this nigga with my shit, this nigga gon get got
But the lord must love the wicked too, cause i had never seen
his face
But you best believe when i catch him, him and my bullets they
gon
Embrace
Forgive me for my anger, i'm a product of the streets
And i was taught that you never ever ever sleep with beef, peace
Chorus
Outro：
We got beef
When you beefin with them no limit niggas, it's like beefin with
me
When you beefin with master p nigga, that's like beefin with me
When you beefin with the shocker, that's like beefin with me
Nigga, when you beefin with c-murder, that's like beefin with me
When you beefin with any nigga on the tank, that's like beefin
with me
And you know what i do to niggas that beef with me
I cook 'em nigga
19.Camoflauge Love
Check this out
When you makin' love to the camoflauge assassin' (camoflauge)
You call it camoflauge love (ugh)
Iight
Take all night (just right)
(uhhhhh)
I enter your body just like i shot it
I feel yah hard
Bumpin' and pumpin' that lodi dodi
From the (uhhhh)
I can see that's what cha want it
Cherishing every moment like the last hope
And i don't cum fast until yah clutch me
Whisperin' (mac fuck me) in my ears
My up and downs got you sheddin' tears
Am i what you expected？
Ain't nothin' i corrected at times
I'm just amazed by the site of you naked
You gotta respect it and forgive me if i'm rough
And i enter tah spend a while
I've been on a role tryin' tah make a million with my rap style
I kiss yah lips and feel the fireworks as yah ride me
Listenin' to many rippleton come inside me (come inside me)
Ain't no secret, im'a add it for your touch
Tellin' me yah love me so much, but i ain't goin' for
Just menchin' in now that we fuckin' like some newly weds
Don't let this go to your head, i'm camoflauge
Camoflauge love all night (give it to me)
Make me come on and ah (don't stop)
You bring the weed, im'a bring the pereon (uhhh)
Camoflauge love all night (give it to me)
Make me come on and ah (don't stop)
Lock the doors and unplug the phones (uhhh)
Camoflauge love all night (give it to me)
Make me come on and ah (don't stop)
You bring the rubbers, i'll put up the 100 bones (uhhh)
Camoflauge love all night (give it to me)
Make me come on and ah (don't stop)
Maybe it's your tone, got me visualizing a song
Camofluage lover, oh this fine muthafucka
A pussy add up to this sentual spot toucher
My pain crusher, never the cum rusher
The only one to get up in me with no rubber
Slip in me like butter, keepin' in form
All day, all night it's 'bout that bad bitch storm
Anticipating his touch, my shit stay sealed tight
He can feel my insides all night, every night, fuckin' right
Show your skills nigga, put that thang on me
Please me or relieve me, and let your body hang on me
Far from phony, this niggas a tru representer
I'm claimin' what's mine, that's my dick and my nigga
My soulja got me dressed up in them see-thru fatigues
And we goin' to war, yes indeed
This what i need tah feel the way he makes me feel
Damn, only if this nigga was real
I wish he was real
(ahhhh, haha)
In a song
That's just right there
20.Empire
Cut that ？simply？ track off
Give me a little volume in my headphones
Turn the mic up a little bit nigga i cant here myself
What？ what？
Alright
Its ？macadon？ off in this motherfucker
Dj wop, klc
Feel it
First of all, nigga fuck y'all y'all niggas aint shit
I'm the one who slash rappers and be fucking they bitch
I hate rappers who hate other rappers for making it
Record labels be dickin niggas, niggas just be takin it
Fakin it with videos, with pretty hoe's and limos
But callin no limit tryin submit them fuckin demos
Fake ass niggas be hollin 'keep it real'
I got family nigga, keep it real to them god damn bills
I give a fuck, bout hip-hop the culture of the call
This shit is watered down like a scene from jaws
I done been through all the phases,
Tampered with all the styles,
Niggas done soldier hated,
Mac retaliated
Tell them niggas in back with semi-autos
You dis me on wax, you might not see tomorrow
I'm like zorro, i mark d.f.m on they back
They should've told you i was nothing nice
As a matter of fact they should've told you i was nothing nice
twice
My rollie was dipped in ice, my g-ride was payed out
Crib was layed out before my record was out
Most of y'all go gold and never see a bank roll
A hundred g's in the hole cause you sold your soul
When your broke, your yellin at tru to hip-hop shit
I'm known damn well all you niggas tryin to get rich
East, west, middle, south nigga we all the same
We all speak the same shit but with different type of slang
So the next nigga talk about we country and weak
I hope his momma catch cancer and die in her sleep
What？
1-2-1-2 you get your crew, i get my crew and we can do what real
niggas
Do
What？
1-2-1-2 you get your boo, i get my boo and they can do what real
bitches
Do
The camouflage assassin
The no limit empire strikies back for all the haters
What？
We're no limit soldiers, i thought i told ya x7
We're no limit motherfucking soldiers
21.My Brother
Yo, if y'all don't mind, i'd like to share a little somethin i
wrote.
About the closest nigga to me, ya heard me？ my muthafuckin
brother, ya
Know. and it ain't gotta be ya blood brother, it could be ya
thug
Brother.
We tend to say things that we don't really mean
Like i hate you and i hope you die tomorrow of some deadly
disease
I never meant a word nigga, i was speakin out of anger
At times, i treated you as if you was a stranger
We both shared poverty, eatin commodity, you never lied to me
Or knock me for nuthin i tried to be
You was in the house sharpenin your art skills
And i was in the backyard doin cartwheels
Runnin with the niggas mama told me leave alone, come home
Stealin bikes even though i knew my rights from wrong
I used to envy you cause you intelligent
And i hate you was a strange way of tellin it
But that was irrelevant
You was in the good schools, i went to the gutter with the thugs
When a nigga shot dice and all the teachers did drugs
You my nigga, til i'm dead and gone
And i loved you like you was a part of me
And that's why i'm singin this song
Chorus： it's my nigga, my nerve, my one love
(you're my brother)
The one who wouldn't change on a nigga
(you're my brother, you're my brother)
Cause we shared the same blood
(there's no other)
That's my nigga, my nerve, my one love
(you're the only one for me)
The one that wouldn't change on a nigga
Don't change on a nigga
It's my nigga, my nerve, my one love
(you're my brother)
The one who wouldn't change on a nigga
(you're my brother, you're my brother)
Cause we shared the same blood
(there's no other)
That's my nigga, my nerve, my one love
(you're the only one for me)
Even though i never told you, at times i tried
So i praise you while you alive
Now even though we look at life differently
You probably had the better view
And when it came to hoes i was way ahead of you
I went to school with em, used to fool with em in class
In the hallways tryin to get some ass with my hall pass
You did homework, and i did bitches
You was plottin on how to pass, i was plottin on some riches
It showed in the report card
You paid attention to the teacher
I was lookin at the sport cars
In the magazines with my headphones, knowin i was dead wrong
Cuttin class, goin everywhere but home
When you got a job, mama and them was proud, i was jealous
You worked late nights, i ran the streets with the fellows
In a rush to be grown, you was still more mature
Cause you hang with your own, plus my heart was pure
You my nigga, til i'm dead and gone
And i loved you like you was a part of me
And that's why i'm singin this song
Chorus
2x： let me hear ya say oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh
The only one for me
22.Shell Shocked(Outro)
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